phantasmal rain

December 7, 2018


I stood with oblivion at my back

as the phantasmal rain blew in at my feet

and palms slid around my waist.

Silent dew crept up;

I awaited the call as the choral whispers

of uninviting weather serenaded me:

Stay! Stay! Stay a while!

Their thunderous humming

immobilized me at the steps.

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