I remember you when the rain plunges down to earth
like tiny parachutes
or when it crashes down
like cold tiny fists on the roof.
I remember you when the rain screams
on rooftops,
or when it whispers life
to dry earth.
I remember you when
I'm waiting for rain
or when it
Stops.
I remember you, in fact,
even when there's no rain at all
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
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