• Carly Feinman

Day 58- 11.13.20

Like a Miracle

It rained today

for the first time

in many months.

The drought

the downpour quenched

was long and mundane

like a road through

parched farmland.

As the first juicy droplet

hit that pavement, I tell ya

time stood still

for a brief moment.


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