began, I first saw it raining
when I was sitting
at the intersection
of North Rd. & Wisteria Dr.
Belly-scratching the sky--
sweet laughter. Within each
raindrop holds a memory,
a throwback, almanaque almighty
foibles. Later, she asked,
Did you hear it
against the window?
Concentration!
but something is wrong--
claustrophobic feeling--
hushed in anticipation--
chased away by a tiny echo.
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