.
Rainy days portend,
suspend, extend
and wend their ways
.
through their
and our propensities,
immensities,
.
tendencies
and densities
unendingly to lend
.
events a sense
of dim intensity –
re-membering
.
our atavistic tugs
to knowing everything
will stop while knowing
.
nothing stops at all.
It is perhaps for this
amalgam of a reason
.
that I never don’t enjoy
the sound and fact
of rainfall.
.
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