Rain

Sheets are coming down
today. From my desk
I watch millions of drops
pelt the outside
without regard or
preference. Seeking only
to fall; to be inherited
by the soil.

Today, from the window,
I watch all of this.
To have the time to do
such a thing for any
extended period of time
is a luxury, a lie.
Who knows about
tomorrow?

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