Rain — Hana Pestle

There was something in the wind that day There was some kind of sound in the silence There was some kind of violence in the dust that day

The tap on the roof had a haunting sound The barn doors opened and shut While the birds flew And the paces quickened

The lightning danced on its toes While the thunder sung low

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And then the palms parted And the drops they came tumbling down

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