she tells
me,
staring out the window.
but we need it,
right?
i suppose so, i tell her.
i mean
we can't grow
our crops
without rain. there'd be
no harvesting
in the fall.
what?
she says.
what are you talking about?
we don't have a farm.
she shakes her head
and leaves the room.
we're off to a good start
this morning.
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