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I’ve never seen it, but

the damp-dirt fragrance;

(that musky mystique!)

dazzles my blind mind’s eye.

Rain’s shimmer—an almost-sound—

splash-dancing thirsty lawns.

Razored Lightening slicing;

silencing

Thunder’s echoed moans.

Then,

Sunshine sings a bow of rain

in colors I can hear.

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