Poem I'm working on - after watching a midnight rain.
Song of Rain
Moonlit rain
Sing down on me!
Silver whispers,
Gurgling sea.
Quivering bells along a limb
plunge into puddle rings,
offsetting the dim.
Each shape a cliff
for trumpeting waterfall,
every gutter a purling
lagoon.
Clothed only in rain
my skin is a drum
for its endless mystic tune.
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