Anna Yang

Rain

Flecks on the pavement,
Patternsó
Never could be regular
Even if they tried their hardest.

Their icy tears form on branches like
Glass beads on a necklace,
Blurring hard edges and
Sharp lines.

White noise
Swallows all surroundings,
Just a steady drumming as each
Drop touches down.

I close my eyes and feel
Nothing.
As it all
Falls
Away.




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