Rain & Ink

the pit-pattering of droplets on the roof,

water sliding down windows and

dripping into people's eyes,

soaking coats all the way through.

cats bolt inside, kids run laughing

through the muddy puddles on the street,

splashing their ankles with wet, dirty water.

but kids don't care, and the rest of us

sing in the rain, for once not caring about

being cold and wet, because we know that

we can always escape inside.

but at night, I fall asleep to the tap-dances

of rain on the roof, a storm that blows over

like everything else in this world,

but it's nice while it lasts.

The End

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