It is raining

It is raining and your eyes
Look like a flourishing green leaf.
I move towards the window
And catch the monsoons first moist breath.

The walls are now soggy
And the clouds look like they could
Drown a century.
This is a harvest of metaphors,
Come, take away the tender ones
And use them in your salad with the olives.

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