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A Mind Wandering in the Rain

It dawned like many other late-autumn days,

the world all about lay damp

the ground seeped water like a sponge

with every step taken upon it


Nature lay completely silent, asleep

leaving the constant pelting of rain

as the only thing that would

pierce the moist silence


There, on a wet field stands I

the only life form visible

hood covering my head but

being drenched by Autumn’s barrage


The day, the seasonal conditions

though liveable, are most conducive

to a mind wandering its past

especially moments of loss and tragedy


Having endured the pelting for

long enough that the hood lay on my head

and having rambled the dark past sufficiently

it was time for shelter and warmer thoughts


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