'Wet Poet'

Today the rain
writes warm, wet poetry
on my window pane.
Long, liquid lines
arrange themselves
in lyrical patterns
and designs
that flow
with muted meanings
that I need to know.
And as I read,
my words
are taught to fly
with music
brought to me
by cloud and sky.

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