Listening to the rain
you’re tossed between
the nuance of meaning
from the soft pitter patter
like tentative footsteps
into somewhere unknown
to the thunderous roar
of an army of boots
stamping hold of ground
until you’re trapped by the
pounding of second thoughts—
the urge to run or hide
remembering the warmth
and security of the family home
where freedom of thought
lay somewhere outside,
waiting for you
in the driving rain.
From: https://wapoets.com/creatrix-58-poetry/#Mike
Date: 2022
By: Mike Greenacre (1956- )
From Troubles of The World 
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