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See the rain.
Hear the marching thunder.
Smell the air full of nitrogen.
See the road wet.
Feel the splash, the cars moist
and chasing.
See the squirrel run.
See the dog dumb, rain
sliding off.
Taste a smooth glide.
See the house, the streetlight,
the blended tree;
hear its muffled rustle.
Smell the humid recourse of day.
See more rain,
touch a frothing cloud.
See the telephone pole devout.
Hear a prayer storm.
Drink the electric wire.
Sense a broken spark,
clamor in the tremor.
Feel your time slow.
See the rain.
Smell your breathing.
Hear your body work.
Taste your blanched tongue.
Touch a drop upon your face.
See it happen.
See the sky bleed.
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