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Rain

Then, moisture
Where before dusty tarmac
Had lain in aching heat

Now it breathes
Scents of soaking grass
A touch of ash, a breeze

All those trees
Tall, imposing as spires
In the dreaming city

With canals flowing
Bitter man-made waters
Choking on debris

Rising now
As the sky water lilts down
To replenish the dead

All those souls
Turn to the soil
To feel a drop of life

As the ground soups
Becoming murky, a muck filled swamp
Sinuses quiver

The approach
Of lightning, sharp on the tongue
Like blood in your nose

All those smells
Shining liquid on tarmac
Is somehow sweetly familiar

Water planing
With the windows down
To catch a sniff, a memory

The air hangs
After, you can taste the mist
That lives in all of us
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