This rain has a silver tongue
to taste the sweet silence
of morning.

It has lungs
to breathe in
the dawn’s goodbye—
a last glance looking back
over a shoulder of dark clouds.

It has lips
to mouth
all the unspoken words
caught in a dream.

Listen!
Rata-tat-tat—
hard drops on skylight glass.

This rain has grey eyes
that cry tears
so the hummingbird
quivering outside my window
won’t ever have to weep.

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