We didn’t notice
The crickets had left
Their song abandoned
Between blades of grass
So intent were we
On our own sonata
Played out
To a final crescendo
And then came
Drops of rain
Making holes
In the heavy air
Falling from towering
Cumulonimbus clouds
Clouds we could smell
But couldn’t see
Dropping their fat raindrops
Atop our heads
And splatting like ripe plums
Upon the pavement
As we said goodnight
LiNdA
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