Summer Rain
Cam Tran
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Sweet summer breeze
After an hour of rain
Blowing in my face
Easing the pain.
Minutes keep flying
And more hours pass.
The rain hits the windows
Like tears upon glass.
They beckon me out
As they crash on the trees.
I stare at the floor
And then fall to my knees.
Has the rain stopped?
Oh no, it keeps going.
Washing, cleansing,
It always is flowing.
I sit here in silence
Looking out through the door.
The clock keeps ticking
As I wait out for more.
More of what? I wonder.
I’m not really sure.
Perhaps of the rain
To make me pure.