Rain! Rain!

You bleed like the sky you said.

Paisleys hanging on a string 

of dotted lines, teasing 

the half moon into

upside down.

Dashing. Falling.

Asking. Can you taste 

the ocean, before it hits

the ground?

You bleed like the sky you said.

I knew the pale drops 

were blood you shed. Everytime

I reach out inside,

to pull open my canopy.

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