Poem: Outside, it rains

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Outside, it rains

Outside it rains.
Everything is distorted.
Darker.
More muddled.
Blurred, and depending on the season,
colder.

Outside it rains.
Everything is distorted.
You can not trust the roads
or the judgment of strangers who pretend
nothing has changed.
You move slower. aware
of your propensity to err at high speeds.

Outside it rains.
Everything is distorted.
The backs of passersby are hunched.
Umbrellas bloom like flowers.
People enter the diner, and shake like Dogs.
We all hesitate
to go out.

Outside, it rains.

About this poem. 

About the rain outside the diner this morning. About the rainy times in all our lives. About depression. Reader’s choice.

Tom

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