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  • First, a
    music of soft drops drumming,
    then, splatter, spat , spatter, splash,
    gently back to repetitive rumble of
    dripping , dropping, wet and cooling
    fingertips stretching across parched
    lawns, tapping trees, letting little
    rivers run, waking bent stems
    and folded flowers, making Trefoil tremble.
    Rain
    at last.



    Notes: Art and poem by my friend, AT, who prefers to remain anonymous. These in response to my cycle of three haiku on rain.
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