call the rain
call the rain
name it— not for mercy or for penance.
let it seep through cracked stone,
drawn by what we almost remembered.
no supplication. no altar. only canopy. only air.
it falls, scrubbing silence off the last clean wall.
we call, again— not to keep it, but to let it go.
Poetry by anonface
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Written on 2025-06-29 at 11:59
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