the rain falls perfectly in late november
the rain falls perfectly in late november
neither hard nor soft
simply there and bringing awareness
to practically everything
many questioning their lives behind
closed doors and shuttered windows
on the laziest of sunday afternoons
the rain falls perfectly in late november
either reminding you of a
specific place in time you
wished remained suspended
or making you forget altogether
recent distractions repeatedly tugging
at the fabric slowly covering your eyes
november two thousand sixteen
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I like well behaved rain. Rain that falls after midnight and before dawn.
reminds me of so many lovely songs….
Wow. This is lovely.
Thank you, Sarah.
Rain here is not falling… it’s hanging make the air thick enough it can be sliced.
suspended rainfall – that is another poem altogether