Tuesday, July 14, 2020

quarantine rain (poem)

the rainy days are warm
a welcoming cacophony of drops
open the window to let them in
the air feels so fresh, so alive

rainy days were a solace
times without expectations
we could stay in if we wanted
and no one would criticize

the smell is a reminder
of the world that lives on
whether we're there to pull weeds
or locked inside to save each other

-Zero

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