The last three days we welcomed rain.
Each drop separated from the next by a comma.
The last raindrop was followed by a period
of a well punctuated cloud.
The rain soothed the parched land
but left millions of commas as decoration.
When the commas dried in the sunlight they thinned
and were mistaken as natural chaff.
My innate editor spotted four misspelled raindrops
as they fell onto my butterfly garden.
Four blackberries plumped incorrectly
and tasted a little too tart.
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