The rain here has a frame of its own
which loves the bare face granite mountain
as much as its stone loves to be bathed by the pelt,
scarring, eroding, rendering gravel at the footing,
and a little further down, the gravel also gets its rocks off,
changing into sand. Such rain (I swear) exists, persists and lives.
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