Charles Hice

(May 13 2004 / Heaven)

Deerain


Deerain
deerain
cloud bursted
the rain filled the sky and then the parking lot drained
the rain dropped
the rain did not want to leave
the rain felled
cars were plaining
skimming like stoned
hard moving out of rained
caught semi dry in rained
wetted in rain
summer showers getting longer fall is here summer is gone
lightned the sky
the sparks were throttling the sky
the steam off the pavemeant the tarmac dryed
rain cooling the heated eye
but only for the lengthed of stormed
when the clouds were gone and rain was gone
the heat was dry
deerain

Submitted: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013

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