Rain

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I wake to rain sound
Through my window
I hear a dozen wet spears
Crash Into the lawn.
My precious wild assaulting
The night, arrows pierce
Streams and the moss,
Wash the salmon downstream,
Heave branches, soothe the shallows.
And Echo back to me, in my
Bed river, the swell of sleep
Pulls me back home.

RB

a poem about waking up to the sound of rain, imagining the rain nourishing local rivers and finally being pulled back under by waves of sleep.

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