by Kevin T McEneaney
I enjoy sleeping when it rains.
The sound of raindrops pelting a window
gently transports me to the land of sleep
where dreams are swathed in copacetic hue
that reverberate with raindrop echoes
flailing against the rattling windowpane.
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Most drops of water are unique in shape,
size, and chemical characteristics.
To receive them landing on outstretched tongue
offers pleasant regression to childhood.
In the gestalt of sudden thunderstorm,
time appears to slow down dramatically.
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Raindrops may loll on leaves for hours.
A consoling aura of peace remains….
