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a light drizzle
becomes a steady rain an endless fall the beating of window blades that can’t wipe it away fast enough (I’m on the wrong side of a fish tank) ticking like a metronome until the black umbrellas start circling around the ancient tomb- like terminal like a clogged sink drain the idling cabs smoking exhaust clinging to the humidity humming & choking on my orange soda and I need cigarettes more than this this flood, this waiting and I can't even remember what for later, in the McDonalds across town the rain still falls and I wonder if somewhere in the night a bus entered the city limits (Please let me know what you think. I'm relatively new to the genre.)
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