It rained harp strings last night

It rained harp strings last night; long polished wires that played earth music closer to sighs than singing. I heard it with surprise half the night later, wondering why the score hadn't run out. Again, at dawn, when it hid in a drum-brush misting, I heard it whisper. I said sleep better than any lullaby.

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