The Garden
But what of this notion
of the romantic?
It rained last night.
I could smell it
before it fell,
each drop a perfect
sphere until the final
moment. This
is fact, impractical but
lovely for its truth.
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Initially posted here in January of 2014, the poem was published many years ago (30?) as a poetry postcard offered by the literary journal Amelia. I admit to being wrong about the shape of raindrops. But hey, they start out spherical…
O at the Edges 
This is a day for rain poems! Did you and rivrvlogr coordinate, or is this synchronicity?
(No actual drops in my part of Austin today …)
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Synchronicity! Though Ken would be a great person to coordinate with. We had a few drops of rain, but not enough to amount to anything.
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Thank you Robert. You’re poem is beautiful. I like the way it is set with 2 and 2 lines. The structure flows with the words.
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Thank you! When in doubt, couplets are my default.
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