Rain on the roof
He loves the rain,
how it pours, how it
shudders on the roof,
tiny stampeding hooves.
He stands and breathes
it in, this silent green,
washing the year away,
melting his weary skin.
He won’t open his eyes
until the clouds turn
away, and he can feel
they are finally gone.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, October 26, 2020
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