It fell so hard
From the sky
I thought surely
It couldn’t be rain
Not frightening
Yet, deafening
No pauses
No discernable rhythm
A wall of sound
Capable of washing
Away more than
The dirt of the day
Fears and worries
Sadness, regrets
Were no match
For its cleansing
Washed away
Along with the
Remaining debris
Of a difficult season
A damp sidewalk
And peaceful silence
The only remains
Of the downpour
Piano Girl 
What a lovely way to view the rain.
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I love your description of the downpour! I recall a couple of those in my time, but not too many. When it is drumming on a barn roof it is amazing!
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I bet!
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this is excellent. the feel of falling like the rain in the lines
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Thank you. ☺️
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