How soft the rain sounds,
like pebbles flushed through a stream,
click, and click, then all at once, like the inside of a wave as it breaks,
polyphony, the voices and their colors.
the shifting powders of soil, the ants and pill bugs drowned in soup-like puddles,
the robins warmly puffed up, their eyes crossed and glinted as they stare east,
at the corner above the fence
where the sun will be.
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