The Raining
Looking out across the way
A single street light's
yellow cone of bright
cuts the lonely
black of night
Holding within its angled gold
a wall of water
raining rain
raining down.
Rain
so dense as to appear
a solid glimmered sheet
catching light to shimmer-gleam
like precious stones congealed.
Yet spaces be there, yes,
between each raindrop driving down,
each one a lonely drop of wet
a diamond set alone.
So as with the raindrops,
spaces
surely be
between my heart
and yours.
And yet for me
no span at all,
no slivered hollow
nor edging crack,
between my heart
and yours.
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