Endless rain here in the Northeast U.S., and more, including thunderstorms, on the way. (June may set a record for rainiest month in New York City.) Bruce recently told me that the rain doesn’t bother him at all. He has written many poems about rain, likely all while it was actually falling. For him it has always been just another aspect of nature to contemplate and be inspired by.
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RAIN
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The rain dripped
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from the top
Of the window — —
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To the window sill
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In one — — —
Sheet of silver
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Tapping a message
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In Morse code . . .
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That
Spelled ‘weather’ . . . .
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Whether or not
You
Listened . . . . .
—
You
Could not miss
The
Drift . .
—
It
Kind
Of
Explained
Itself
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Defined
Its
Function
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Eloquently
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Without
Equivocation
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Not
Dissembling
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Only
Reminding
You
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Of
Other
Rains — .
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Copyright 2009 Bruce MacGibeny. All rights reserved.
