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This is an older poem, so I know it isn't of the same level as what I'm producing now, but I just wanted to know what people thought of it.

Rainy Sunday

Sounding at first like an aeroplane passing overhead
Thunder streatches out across the white-grey clouds
And pushes the air around me so suddenly that
It was cold, thick, heavy, and humid immediately
Which leads me to recognize the pattering on the concrete
And the thin scraping of a puddle being driven through

Abruptly, I know to stand from the worn chesterfield
And to walk barefoot to the flimsy screen door
Where a bluebottle bounces against the taut black net
Whirrng on and off when it hits the screen with a bap
That attracts attention from my dog who lies against the door
And turns her head languidly to watch the fly skip slowly across the plastic

I disrupt them both, creeking open the screen door
To walk out onto the brown planks of the front step
That are quickly collecting clean pools of rainwater
Like the leaves of the bushes that line the house so that
Only the pads and soles of my feet touch water but
They are so wet that the water seems to soak all the way through

Like most people would be drawn outside on a hot, sunny day
I am drawn into my front yard during a cool shower
Where the scent of Mother Nature's love has been pure since the morning
And where the green fences me in, gentle, light, and healthy
As the symphonic music runs softly in my head
Which can only be composed by the sound of the rain and the quiet

Inside, yellow light floods the house, trying to out-do the grey
That is the sky and the rain and the light and the dark outside
That I walk into with placid content that no one sees
Because everyone is inside now, while I am out in the rain
Lifting up my face so the water can wash against my eyelids and lips
And plucking the clothesline upon which transparent pearls dangle their feet

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