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veronica Lathroum

Torrential

You were a cloud over my eyes;
a thin mist, a translucent pearly film.
Sometimes the cloud changed-
it became tangible. I could feel you condense
and disperse, depending on the forecast.
So gray, you deafened all sounds of thunder,
blacked out all lightning.
And Iwas drenched in water without a warning sign;
an inexorable downpour
running in rivulets from the crown of my head,
over the bridge of my nose, to the ends of my hair.
Dripping in frigid prisms from the tips of my fingers.
A puddle formed, purple as ink,
smothering me with the clammy stench of moist earth.
But a hand extended toward me, callused and sturdy;
Igrasped it, and leapt to dry land.

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