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[framlingem]

I want to write a thousand poems about rain.
about cold on my cheekbones,
about the sandal startledamp
of a puddle the next day,
about the isolation of a house,
about holding my arms to the clouds and slowly turning
around an axis I've found again,
about that day I hid with a boy under an unwise umbrella
while thunder shook our bones,
a poem about the rain being good camouflage for
the moments I can't breathe for tears.
I want to write a thousand poems about rain,
but rain washes the words away.