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All day rain has

held to the clouds,

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the sky turning from

gray to purple to purple-blue

and back to gray again.

A soft wind, the breath

of spring, pushes the yellow kitchen

curtains into the room.

Now, as dusk falls, so does the rain,

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darkening the cement sidewalks,

the street. As cars drive by

the sound of wet tires

splashes in through open windows.

I listen in the dark,

the rain filling a place

I didn't know was empty.

(c) Copyright 2001. The Christian Science Monitor