Water Our Roots
It feels like summer now,
downpour downing away
long winter woes,
washing our sins into
the Main Street gutters
while we walk unabashed
downtown through a sheet of rain.
Lightning flashes like exclamation points
highlighting clouds
whose outlined curves reflect the
mountains we climb in our minds
as thunder booms deep into the hollers
calling us all home.
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It feels like summer now,
downpour downing away
long winter woes,
I loved this opening, how you describe the summer rain washing away winter woes! And how the poem moves to the end.
Thank you!