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The rain is not as beautiful
as you might think
It is loaded with thoughts
those grammatical errors
fights with your ex
a stumble in the dark
old shoes
The rain streams down
sides of buildings
holding us captive inside
Even though the lights are on
we squint, stare out windows
try to feel cozy
On rainy days words seem closeted
We try to find each other
across large carpeted rooms
The dog's bark is muffled
coming from the garage
Whoever invented rain thought grief
would make flowers grow
Cold would force smiles
a drenching wet
would bring the happy village idiot
to his senses
We have to find reasons for quiet rain
the mist coming off the mountains
the slow drips from the eaves
excited birds' extra twitter
at the bird feeder
a log on the fire
But I agree with that old Greek playwright
who said that rain is merely Zeus
pissing in a sieve
I am glad the air is so kind to it
somehow turning it sweet
as it falls on our heads
copyright 2004
Alice
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