Rain

Shocking white veins
Thread the sky
Silver lines lash down
Slashing the air into million strips
No blood pours,
But wetness escapes  like wild bees
And settles on everything  both visible and invisible.
The wetness pulls a friend along–memories,
Some pleasant and some unpleasant.
And nobody ever stares at a downpour
Without reminiscence.

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