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The Rain

A Poem

By Novalyn HiviriöPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Chilling beams of water washing against my Face as I sit weary upon the dock

Air drenched with a smell of salt and sand

Around the bend, washed to shore, Treasures, trinkets, and simple shells that Children take home proudly

Just behind me

Two quarreling lovers and to my left a child At play.

Gloomy faces of passerby's who seem not To enjoy the fragile streams pouring from The heavens softly

I shift my weight, my back propped on the Dock my legs dangling at the ledge

The dancing fish come to say their Salutations before scurrying from the Fragile bullets of rain

And was then, I realized that

Not the ocean nor the people here, saw the beauty in the drenching weather

Twas only the child and I who welcomed it.

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