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Britt Suzanne Posmer
The rain is falling
Outside my window
When I was born
The water declared herself my sister
And preceded my arrival
With a great rush of annunciation
She has loved me ever since
The rain is my sister
We are one blood
I know the rage and fury of her storms
She the persistent erosion of my grief
The rain is my sister
And lately
I seem to be joining her
More and more frequently
Standing outside the windows
Of my life
Cries tapping sharply
Against the glass
We are both on the outside now
Looking in at a life
That has abandoned me
Somewhere my body curls up
In a chair
Hand against cheek
But I am outside
Tapping
Tapping
While my sister
Damply strokes my hair
