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The downpour...a poem by Nilanjana Roy

The Downpour

There is a benumbing sweetness

in watching the rain

dot your windshield,

and then trickle down

in tiny streams-

that race against each other

to reach the bottom.

Tail lights of the passing cars

flash through the haze,

momentary and mysterious.

The pulsating red...

like the slow thump of the heart,

declaring with each beat

that it's alive,

proving with each warm flash

that it feels.

As strongly as ever...

And then the storm passes.

The rains subside.

The world is quiet again.

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