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the rain

spit
evacuates pointless people from streets;
questioning hands they outstretch.
the sky disgusts them.

water
hisses earthward in pale jets,
sheds countless unfeeling tears.
pedants adjust their schedules.

relevant
to anything, relentlessly pours:
dripclinging windowstreaker.
always soaks into our conversation.

reassuring
white soundrush, like aimless traffic.
i want to be happy whatever they say.
brooding, the clouds blacken.

this lightning reminds me of you.