From the Rain

And so the raindrops flutter down.
Pecking my face.
Washing sweat from my brow.

The forest around me obscured by mist,
Yet now seems so clear.
Each droplet cleanses as it falls,
The rust and smog from the air.

Inhale. Breathe deep the scent of fallen dew.
Dear pluviophile, this is a cloud's poem,
With love from me to you.

Author's Note

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