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WHEN THE HARD RAIN FALLS

Nobody dry

no rest or ease


water spouts

from a dark green sky


no place tight

or safe or sure


when winds uproar

each casement hums


we drift unmoored

as the hard rain drums


on roofs and eaves.


Version first published in Love & the Pandemic: An Anthology (Moonstone Press, Philadelphia), Vol. 1, March 2021

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