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The Rain in May

The rain falls in May

and clings to the nascent flowers.

Transparent crystals

adorning the trees.

The green gray curtain

pours onto the grass

creating a resonant melody

for an audience unseen.

Light showers carry

the heavy weight of the clouds,

filled with contrast and irony

in every particle:

Tranquility in the face of violence;

Rebirth defying extinction;

Pure, cleansing droplets

roll down the blood-stained roses.

Day after day,

Year after year,

It sustains us.

Even as the droughts grow closer

and the fires burn.

By Michael McPhie


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