Drizzle

March 30, 2009
By Steph247 GOLD, Somers, New York
Steph247 GOLD, Somers, New York
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Rain plops down.
Giant, drenched drops
Soak the searing asphalt.
As tires smear through puddles,
Who has time
To wonder where those oily streets stretch?
Because the iridescent streams have no choice;
They just flow forward.
With all the innocence in the world,
The rain never seems to stop.


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