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inspired
i slip out the side door
my bare feet scatter the gathering puddles
leaving wet prints that mark my passage
i welcome the sunbeams
that pierce the retreating clouds
i stand in the wet grass
toes firmly planted in the soil
face lifted to the sky
arms outstretched, palms upturned
collecting those last few drops
that haven’t yet realized
that the storm is over
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