Rain

Rain

By Allie Marie

You sound better in the rain.

My white dress gets caught by the wind as I spin.

One moment graces us with simplicity.

You and I are are me and you’s therapy.

What we are and how little we know

finally with one glimpse starts to show.

Wet grass sticks to my toes.

A raindrop is caught by the tip of your nose.

Forget why we came.

I’ve never seen you clearer –

our reflections not caught by the mirror.

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