◜drowning,

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at first
there was the soft
drip drop of rain
small whispy strands
dropping from the heavens

then
the thunderclouds rolled in
the rumble of thunder deep in my bones
the lightning flashes like staccato on the earth
the rain cascades now like sheets
of shimmering stardust on my skin

later
the thunder booms to a drum
the lightning flashes sporadically
the rain is relentless now
pounding against the roofs
of the organized houses

the water is up to my waist
ever growing, ever changing
the unmerciful pounding
of water upon rooftops

the water goes higher
up to my chest
my neck
my face

until my breath escapes me
and I am certain that I am....

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