Pause,
and do you hear it?
An obvious applause?
A steady torrent's falling rain
is not one sound alone.
It is not raining OUT
but surely it is coming down.
One thing happening
to eye a windowpane
in fuzzy slipppers no place to be,
or with sports and fire
and maps that move on your TV.
Guy with a tie always in the way.
It is upon the patient ear
the Exodus of a million prisons
what you really hear,
babbling distant
and pinging near.
An entire ocean silenced
falls free this night to me.
The broken water.
Trapped in atmos no more a sphere,
ladencloud labor yields birth to everywhere.
Droplets;
released to care of gravity
and all around us,
Aquapersonality.
Wane and river joy.
Synthesis of Photos.
Perhaps a permanence of pond.
To shimmer again.
Reflect the manycolored world.
Never just evaporate.
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