Inside out

Some poems and reflections on life

Rain

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1.

Droplets suspended
Aqueous curtains veil the hills
Billow in the wind.

2.

Distant rumble stirs
Discomfort waits in the air
The onslaught is close.

3.

Now run to escape
From doorway to locked safety
Limit exposure.

4.

Bullets hit the ground
Bouncing back up on impact
Dust resists entry.

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