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These are our quiet reminders,

the far away rain,

has finally made it here. 

I swear,

there is nothing more coveted 

than that sound

the wind throwing the rain

against the windows. 

The rhythm march

with each new band,

each new downpour wave. 

The ground tries to keep up,

there’s just too much wetness

the puddles are everywhere. 

I can’t help but stare

out of an upstairs window

the tree try and hold on

bending by nature’s force

their dark silhouettes 

in contrast to the gray sky. 

Autumn’s grasp,

throws this storm at all of us

we huddle inside

because it’s supposed to be 

safe inside here.