Thursday, June 13, 2019

The Sound and Fact of Rainfall

Rainy days portend,
suspend, extend
and wend their ways
through their
and our propensities,
and densities
unendingly to lend
events a sense
of dim intensity –
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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