All night
rain fell,
heavy drops
slapped pavements,
like a desperate
quarrel.
Drains gargled
ill-mannered reproof,
but the clouds wouldn’t
listen,
the roads stretched
away holding up
a mirror of
‘see what you’ve
done.’
This morning, when
the world woke,
it coughed out a
gift of green
leaved morning.
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