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The Rain

raindrops falling on the street

She loved the way the rain sounded
on the stucco roof, like memories
washing over naked skin
in the shower or thoughts
falling from emptying eyelids. This
rain was all the words she hadn’t
said before the plane took off into
the sky and exploded a tower into a
million pieces and smoke. This rain
was her father’s forgiveness and their
shared tears of healing. The sad,
melancholy song you can’t help but
to play on repeat, call it beautiful.



Featured Image Credit: Inge Maria

This entry was posted in: Poetry


Marisa Donnelly, M.Ed., is a writer/editor, credentialed teacher, proud bonus mama, and CEO of Be A Light Collective, a coaching and content creation business and digital marketplace. She is the Director of Donnelly’s Daily Apple, a flexible learning/tutoring and educational resource platform, and the lead voice for Momish Moments and Step by Step Parents, verticals dedicated to sharing and advocating for non-traditional parenting journeys. Marisa currently resides in San Diego, California, with her fiancé, kiddo, and their two rambunctious Pitbulls. ❤️

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