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The rain hadn’t stopped in days <\/p>\n Local radio and news stations had gone out The days still passed as madness blossomed And as we rode in silence, phantoms to the driver The rain hadn’t stopped in days Constant but light it dug into the psyche A consistent\u00a0pitter-patter on every surface Some people got used to it… Not us. Local radio and news stations had gone out Their signals drowned and downed by the rain The…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":873,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-55303","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55303","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/873"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=55303"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55303\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":55429,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55303\/revisions\/55429"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=55303"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=55303"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=55303"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nConstant but light it dug into the psyche
\nA consistent\u00a0pitter-patter<\/em> on every surface
\nSome people got used to it…
\nNot us.<\/p>\n
\nTheir signals drowned and downed by the rain
\nThe channels were there but only added to the sound
\nAn eerie\u00a0buzzt-slick<\/em> as each channel was flipped through
\nSome people gave up on it…
\nNot us.<\/p>\n
\nRoads were eroding, flooding, washed away
\nWe piled on to the bus with hope and a faint\u00a0hisst-erk<\/em>
\nEach passenger alighting for a very different purpose.
\nSome people intended to stay…
\nNot us.<\/p>\n
\nIt started to make sense, these sounds
\npitter-patter-bzzt-slick-hisst-erk
\n<\/em>“We’re going to flood the Earth”
\nSome people called us madmen.
\nNot us.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"