By Gala
Date: 22 July 2000
Downpour
The splatter of drops
echoes just like
the ticking of a hungry heart.
Chinese water torture of the soul,
but the air smells
more honest
after the downpour.
And counting rain
is something
that a distant lover
can do with precision
and concentration.
Very zen,
this method of clearing the spirit.
And my heart is laughing itself sick,
and calling me a fool.
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