after the evening rain

the rain is laid out gentle
like gossamer Persephone before dry Hades,
this pale waif wet with mother’s tears
soon to vanish from the earth as mist
leaving nothing quenched,
leaving nothing at all
save for her fragrance
that hangs on the air
like the ghost of spring
and the promise of life renewed
after the passing of hell

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