Excerpts from the Book of Rain

By Peter Grandbois

The dogs have stopped barking

Throats thick with dust and pain

And every drop of every storm that has ever been
lives on my tongue, asking why

I saw you once and nearly drowned

The rain gathers us in its arms and carries us bound
to the sea

Because words float away we should let the sea speak first

Look at the thirst of my hand

See my hand open and close

How it knocks on the door, as if sorrows,
like crows, could scatter at the hint of a storm.

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