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this was an assignment for english II last year. a thank-you to the one and only cory konrad for letting me thieve his 'pure as virgin mary' diction. comments, please? i'm aware that some of the literary devices may be a bit...overused, but i had a specific amount that i had to put.

The Rain and What It Does To Me.
Only the soft pitter-patterings
of the drops hitting my home
can finally bring my mind to a halt.
Rain washes my worries away
as quickly as ocean waves erase footprints.
What was once dry hair
lies quickly flat against my skull
as I raise my eyes to the heavens
to take a look at the crying sky.
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip...
Puddles form on the earth.
Rain as pure as Virgin Mary herself
runs the length of my nose; collects and--
drip, drip, drip, drip, drip...
Its touch caresses the ground and
the soil's scent becomes so sweet.
I memorize the rhythm of the rain's fall.
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip....
The drops are like needles injecting care-free.
But as quickly as my peace-of-mind came,
It left. Peals of lightening
began to reel... it is not safe here.
It's time to go inside.
I fall back into my mind
and shut the door.