The Morning Sun

The morning sun
washed away the rain
that tried to shine on me
last night
I huddled
under my pillow, hoping
for a westerly breeze, blowing
the night rain away, to where
rain showers go to live and die
Should I shed a tear
for the sky cemeteries
filled with dead rain drops?
or, should I just celebrate their passing
in the warming light
of the morning sun…..

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