you did it again
divert pouring rain
to me
water flows under
that bridge of yonder
unstopped
I count raindrops
the clock ticks away
time
Flowing
you did it again
divert pouring rain
to me
water flows under
that bridge of yonder
unstopped
I count raindrops
the clock ticks away
time
Reena Saxena 
I apologise for my lateness in reading and commenting – there was so much to read during April! I love the ambiguity of the ‘you’ and the rain in this poem, Reena, and the way it drips to a stop with ‘time’. It was a joy to read aloud.
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Thank you so much!
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I read this as a metaphor of a relationship. That pouring rain was the clue.
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You got it right.
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Lovely
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Thank you so much!
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Your diversion of rain caught me
lacking umbrella.
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As long as the water flows UNDER the bridge! Seems to be flowing OVER in a lot of areas lately. Nice work with the lai!
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You are so right about it. Thanks, Beverly!
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I like the connection of raindrops with ticks of a clock.
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Thank you, Frank!
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well written.
Thanks for sharing.
❤
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Thank you!
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