Old Rain

Rain,

a sister to her brother

mercury,

tapping on my windows

like tiny bombs,

with a message that’s simple,

‘It’s raining!’

Naturally, I understand,

as clearly as the water itself,

for silent prehistoric rain

gains no respect.

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