I imagine tiny rain drops,
with tiny faces,
all peeling themselves off the floor
lifting their heavy, tiny bodies,
up
up
and
up
to return
home.
Petrichor
for writers, readers and performers
for writers, readers and performers
I imagine tiny rain drops,
with tiny faces,
all peeling themselves off the floor
lifting their heavy, tiny bodies,
up
up
and
up
to return
home.
poetpri 
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