Douceur

Douceur

There is a gentleness in the rain,
une douceur mélancholique,
like the soft pulse of a vein
dans la pluie qui tambourine
sur la terre gorgée d’eau, the refrain
of a song that tip-taps, il pleut, il pleut
while the sky rains tears it cannot retain,
tout en douceur, un alambic
too full to take much more pain.

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Author: Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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