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| photo by PSC / 2012 |
mourning
rain
he wakes in morning to the rain
tapping on roof tiles
closes his eyes
to better attend to the sound, a
syncopated lilt, in sync
with the wind’s
rhythm
recalling her laughter; he
slips out of bed, strides to the slider,
opens the door and
steps outside
closing his eyes
to savor the mellow petrichor –
smooth intermingled
spring scents, a perfume
reminiscent of her own sweet essence;
he stands silent in the soaking rain
eyes closed
steeped in mourning
PSC/2014-Apr
Written for
2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 26 – A water
poem:
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