Pluvio This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   The cry of a child

Came to my door

Knocking inquiringly,

Asking me to explain

The heavy warmth of

The rainstorm

Hoping I could help her find

The Harmonica she had lost.



I responded sharply;

I had been inside, and

The night had not yet

Smoothed my edges.



I went outside to search with her

Hoping to understand the Importance

Of the lost Harmonica

I found two children

(the girl and myself)

Running in the rain

She played me a song on her found

Harmonica, and

The sultry air

Was washed away.


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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