I heard it in my
dream last night,
The sound of
rain,
Unrelenting.
It poured upon
the plants
But the drops
were far from quenching
Their thirst; it
became them.
Their thirst
became their death.
It dried their
throats silently,
Until they
choked;
And ran out of
breath.
The plants are
no longer now,
But there’s that
sound again.
I hear it in my
ears tonight,
The unrelenting sound
of rain.
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