After the downpour

All day and all night

the rain washed pollen from the air.

Maybe the world will breath a little easier.

In the downpour frogs still call,

“Over here, over here, I am all alone,”

sounds of love within the flood.

Listen to the thrashing in rain,

while Dow Jones swirls in the drain

on its way to a red and salty sea.

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