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The rivers

are low. The rain has not

come since snow existed.

In the city

hidden from the sky

forgetful of the river

under the clouds

far from the shore

rain finally comes down.

Upstate it means more

and fills ponds, lakes and rivers

while people watch.
-Hannah

Headlights blur
Into white streaks
Foggy windows
Softening their cut
Through the dark air
Disguising our vision
Our movement
Its trajectory feels isolated
Distant from those around
From those so close
The violence of rain colliding against
These paths of travel
Peaceful when seen as
Drips calmly running down glass
-KM