The Ghost of Where This Storm Started

Photo by Geetanjal Khanna on Unsplash

The rain falls
hitting the ground with a lazy ease
like slipping on a favorite pair of jeans
old and broken into

I can hear its comfortable quality
jazz like riffs of heavy fat plops
an old friend knocking at the door
a meandering rhythm teasing the ground

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