rhythm of another kind

overnight rain
thoroughly thrumming
without meter
or rhyme

pulsing peace

longing hearts cry
to hear and feel
such reliable
steadiness
always

but then,
of course,
water upon water
upon water
brings
drenched destruction
and drowning

folly to wish
for eternal sameness
even when a moment
seems.
so.
right.

time to
stop being surprised
when
things.
don’t.
last.

yet a curious cadence
remains
always;
often a beat peculiar

not only in
a morning rain,
but
in the inexorable
march onward
toward something
new.

see? now the rain
is done.

but you are not.

what does this day
have to offer?

pulsing peace

thoroughly thrumming
without meter
or rhyme

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