When It Rains It Needs To PourA Poem by PeteI am soothed by the rain-drops on the door-sill; every globule that pitches thus confidently from the eaves to the ground is my life insurance. - Thoreauwashing our spit, blood and tears bathing us insane © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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