and go outside
to wait for the storm
and though the sky
is really clear I’ve never
seen a storm that wasn’t
just around the corner
bells are going off everywhere
as the wind comes on
rolling the heat before it
and down the street
the bells of the ice cream truck
(what is that silly song)
follow the first fat drops
hitting the dust and pounding home
no lover was more perfect rain
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