I wish it would rain all day
I want the patter-on-the-windowpane
I want the clatter-through-the-trees
I want the relentless howls to be heard and heeded
the cackling loose roof tiles and banging, rude doors.
I wish it would rain like she demands an audience
like no one can escape her roil
the people cower and the soil gurgles
drinks in glee
sheets, waves of water commanded to fall.
I wish it would rain.
Just a few big, carefree drops
splashing on my upturned face.
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