rain

Rain all day long;
up your nostrils the blooming blue smell of rain;
rain thick as putty in your hand;
rain like gel on your windscreen;
rain torrenting off tarmac;
rain in the middle of the night like a tambourine;
rain in the dreams of the city,
city in a dream of rain.

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