The grayness of the day intensifies
The dying of the sun; a drop of rain
Splatters the pavement. Everybody's eyes
Are drawn to where it fell. The watchers crane
Their necks, but cannot make a single cloud
Blush in admission of the liquid sin;
Instead, as for protection, they all crowd
In such a mass that no one can begin
To differentiate one from another.
They flow together, and the drops they shed
As all together, one after the other
They start to pour on every watching head
Are just as indistinct. The night will fall
But not before the sky has cleansed us all.
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