Sitting here
with my window
open,
I hear
rare rain
begin to
gently
fall.
I listen,
absorbed by its
sibilant sizzle
&
staccato static.
A cool night
made of wet scarecrows
&
creaking boards
under a moon
of lavender levity.
Why am I inside
with this wonder
at my door?
I get up & take my umbrella
for an ambling ramble down by
the drop-dappled pond.
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