I stand dry


This watery spectacle

Of driving rain

As it drenches

The garden

Whose green bushes

Were lapping up

This bounty

Slender branches

Of a deciduous tree

With last vestiges

Of gold and brown

Allowed rivulets

To course down

Its trunk


This ordinary scene

Jolted me

With its grace

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