I sat on an empty rock,
To gather the Rain,
Believe it or not,
The Rain flows thru my fingers,
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Maybe the best Sandra poem of them all, but oh so depressing and true. We are saved perhaps by love Or is that just a chemical reaction too?
This image of someone thinking in the rain made me think of a short novel by S. Zweig... only there a guy is sinking in the rain.... beautiful image thru the poem anyway... bravo.* *