Rain.
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Those mornings when the rain has just stopped, And I don’t want anyone to see me, When the shades are more apparent, And transparent curtains blow in the blistering winds silky tendrils, Cloaking and exposing, Seemingly without pattern, I call a friend, and the static is more rainwater garbled and distorted, As if a sturdy concrete ceiling was sheltering me and stifling, Pulsing nonsense that I lay in bed listlessly, Listening for the reason. Written August 13th, 2001 © on Apr 14 2002 04:29 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Those mornings when the rain has just stopped,..."