The Downpour
There is a benumbing sweetness
in watching the rain
dot your windshield,
and then trickle down
in tiny streams-
that race against each other
to reach the bottom.
Tail lights of the passing cars
flash through the haze,
momentary and mysterious.
The pulsating red...
like the slow thump of the heart,
declaring with each beat
that it's alive,
proving with each warm flash
that it feels.
As strongly as ever...
And then the storm passes.
The rains subside.
The world is quiet again.
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