June 8, 2011

it drizzled, just as i got out of the car.
the raindrops fell, first one, then a second, and then i lost track.
they fell gently, like a tiny tap, a faint touch.
wistfully, yet purposefully, assuredly.
and now we wait, for the finale, the grandeur of the downpour.
but its never the finale, is it?

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