the rain

the rain didn't stop
not all day
falling in white sheets
wind pushing the trees
clouds fast-moving

there are landslides in the
country, flooding
in towns, rivers have
burst free of their
confines and
roared across the land

it is party season
people in conference for
the faithful:  words
spoken from platforms
(words but no deeds)

rain and grey
cloud and rain
the weather of the day
the weather of my body

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