We Used to Call it Puerto Rican Rain
WILLIE PERDOMO
The rain had just finished saying, This block is mine. / The kind of rain where you could sleep through two breakthroughs and still have enough left to belly sing in the ambrosial hour. / Blood pellets in the dusk & dashes of hail were perfect for finding new stashes; that is to say, visitations were never announced. / A broken umbrella handle posed a question by the day care center.
The rain had just finished saying, This block is mine. / The kind of rain where you could sleep through two breakthroughs and still have enough left to belly sing in the ambrosial hour. / Blood pellets in the dusk & dashes of hail were perfect for finding new stashes; that is to say, visitations were never announced. / A broken umbrella handle posed a question by the day care center.
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