Hunched forward under rain, with his boy asleep
In dungarees locked to his chest, and pushing
Against the steeled rhyme of rain licking the
Skin, and bouncing from the beaded flesh, he
Weighs this storm with eyes no longer begging
Clouds for comfort, but testing the ground, and
The boy safe in his shoulders rounded strong.
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