Summer showers cleanse indiscriminately
but we, persnickety, take showers daily. We take
those for granted.
The tar told me a secret when my cheek was pressed to it:
This is water, we are water
And when tears fell, rain fell harder.
Vital signs trafficked my pain
and life turned into Life: the game
of simply controlling the moments torment
to hatch a treatment from a threat.
Oh, I was in that summer rain.
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