Through crisscrossed muntin,
patterns, and panes of clear glass,
the world outside is painting itself gray,
a wet mess of monochrome.
Muted cars speed by,
reflecting a leaden sky.
Their moans and groans wash over
every rooftop, passing by.
Nature's call is heard as rain,
the plate glass her melodic conductor.
The drops, each a source of sound and light,
spruce up this dreary suburban...
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