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The Rain
Rain, like angry teardrops, forges rivulets down the window pane
while threatening gray clouds thunder above, fat with their delivery
Flickering power dances with the lightning in a contest of shadows
as heavy pressure and dampness seep into the marrow of my fragile frame
Frantic wind changes the relentless directions of the deluge as
miniature rivers form, washing away the residue of the atmosphere
before the storm
Darkness comes, and the bitter intensity becomes palpable
The weary windows shudder in their frames as whispering howls
sneak through the timeworn crevices
Daunting years of collective conscience suggest a safe place to hide,
as all of the percipient outdoor creatures have already attained
But, numbed by the continuous oblivious walk of humanity, I stay
Even though leaning against the moaning glass is not safe, I stay
…..to watch the rain.
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