An Ode to Rain By Riley Potvin Tip tapping the tops of roofs, Showering the ground with light drops, Perfectly descending With an urgency and gravitude Kindly greeting the showered below How soundly must you sleep Ascended in the air Gripping to the clouds In a beautiful pool of potential, Washing away old sidewalks and grime Drenched clothes feel like weighted layers Hugging and clinging like a warm embrace, Stuck to linger as the fall reiterates its relevance And soothing sounds of banter As windows act as race tracks The dampened air Cleaning the breeze of ambiguity, Clearing lungs of smog, And restlessly reassuring The inevitable return of the rain
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