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The Flying Dodo
rain in California
i stand with the ducks and chickens
stare up at a black morning sky
it’s raining in the desert
at last
up north they call it a bomb cyclone
or an atmospheric river
down south we just call it rain
when i get wet enough
i stomp back inside
dry off by the electric fire
stand at the window
to watch the ducks and chickens
stare up at a black morning sky
it’s just rain
it’s just
rain
Jacklyn Henry is a writer based in socal.
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