The first rains come and the blackness runs
Runs like ink
Runs like oil
Crawls over the soil
Invading the dust
It weeps from the trees
Over your feet
In the center of town it is chased down the street
The first rains wake and head for the lake
Plunging in
They cannot swim
Consumed by the cold
Bottomless beast
It beats and it wails
Bounces and flails
This cacophonous hole was the wrong destination
The first rains run to you
Collide with you
Stick to you
In behind your clothes
Hand on your lips
Like each one of this
Was begging for a sound
Goading you to stand
And outrun the drumming
The first rains come
All around
See the people running

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