Cleansing

A trillion crystals coalesce–

unnoticed midst abundance–

in careless constance replenished

down and down and down.

collecting on my face like tears

and soaking to my scalp,

the humming silence, sans a voice,

(for rain drives all indoors) may lack

the rhythm of a mortal song,

but–music, nonetheless.

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