how rain starts

A Poem a Day in September: #27

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as though the thought
had conjured the deed
the first drop fell

soon the metal roof
was performing
the raindrop song

and the sound
had both a beat
and innate rhythms
of a driven downpour

but slowed

and slowed

slowed
so the tune could emerge
in staccato one-beats
and twos

spaced apart

to allow the next thought
to rise between

and call down
crescendo

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© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #28: who will leave you clean

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