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​The Flying Dodo
rain in California
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i stand with the ducks and chickens
stare up at a black morning sky
it’s raining in the desert
at last
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up north they call it a bomb cyclone
or an atmospheric river
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down south we just call it rain
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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
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it’s just rain
it’s just
rain
Jacklyn Henry is a writer based in socal.
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