why the rain
rain does not make a lot of sense.
it rarely comes when we need it. and, it’s almost always certain to appear when most inconvenient.
that makes rain rather like surprises.
and, change.
I hate rain. and, naturally, I love rain.
rain is bad. rain is good.
I prefer to run in the rain; a down pour, please.
that might be where pain meets ecstasy.
perhaps rain, like most things, is what we make of it.
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