Ella Fitzgerald in Her Living Room
by Jillian Phillips
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I find comfort in a downpour.
The sound of intermittent pings
is almost a sonata, lulling me.
If Beethoven played on tin,
it would sound like the rain on my roof:
drip
drip
drip
DROP!
His fifth symphony forming
puddles on the sidewalk
as I watch and listen
through my window.
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