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Spice of rain
by Aaron Howard
The spice of rain
Birds silent before the thunder rolls in
Rain falling to wash the dirty skin
Gutter bound beer cans in a scurry
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While people run inbound in a hurry
Leaves sucked down in the undertow
As all of it just goes with the flow...
Down the drain, into the gutter
While the butterfly denies its flutter..
Slipping sliding cars on black ice
Where the rain has its own smell of spice
Thunder rolls deep in the night.
Starry night skies lacking their sight.
Moon hidden behind a pillow of clouds
while the rain comes down in shrouds..
Echos of raindrops in my ears
as my eyes let go of their tears.
Shivers run down my spine like electricity
while the lighting is the only thing I can see.
Behind closed eyes the flashes invade
as the rain comes in a cascade.
08/30/2003 Author's Note: I wrote this as homage to my love of rain and storms...
Posted on 08/31/2003
Copyright © 2025 Aaron Howard
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