5:30 pm

Pitter patter, pitter patter —

I hear the sounds of tiny droplets

cascading around the roofs

the distant thunder echoed

letting the heavenly curtains unveil 

the hiding sun and illuminate

the gloomy corners of a drenched afternoon.

© 2017

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