home today.
the wet wood, the puddles
of thunder storms
that crashed
last night.
the rain will make me
clean and read
and drink coffee.
i'll text, i'll talk.
i'll search the tube for a good
movie to watch.
the rain will send me
to this.
to type, to write, to make
things up,
or embellish what little
truth there is in
the world today.
i like the rain.
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