At the end of the rain

At the end of the rain
is the timid sound
of the earth drinking

and the sudden fluttering
and whistling
as trees shed birds

in a spray of trembling drops
to shake the cold
from their wings.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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