It is raining

A small puddle

Forms at my

Feet bubbles born

By drops like

Rising bread loaves

From mother’s oven

I imagine a

Marsh with frogs

Leaping as I

Listen to the

Tiny tat tat

Tat of raindrops

And see the

Water collecting on

Grass like a

Thousand distant galaxies

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