Day 20: When It Rains

Sometimes the rain feels like a breath on my neck
Or a gentle whisper in my ear
Other times it expresses my anger
Through the heavy grumbling clouds
And my screams through the flashes of light.

Life stops for some when it rains.
The TV is switched off
The mirrors are covered
Families gather in the lounge
To sit and listen
And wait till the storm passes
Before commencing as usual.

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