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Rain

The teachers say

“Stay present”.

As rain washes down my window

The sky transformed

From ominous gray

To tears pouring

Down and out

Washing the world clean.

Hard-hitting drops

Reverberate against cement

The sky’s released anguish

Echoes across the street.

I close the windows

And the roar becomes a trickle.

But pain demands to be felt

It does not like to be shut out.

Would it be better

To shout at the rain?

Tell it to go away

And stop ruining my day?

Or lie down in puddles till

I'm soaked and refuse

To get dry?

Or to just sit and watch

Quiet and patient

Waiting for it

To pass by.

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