Several days of cool rain
spread down my space
and test my happenstance sadness.
The turbulent rush, fear not,
passes once dreams stand alone,
cured of mobility.
And this is the daily answer to misplaced prayers,
cordial but strained by the undue burden
of lives wrapped in warm blankets of past
mistakes concealed in torrid accommodation.
Nothing from the rain remains but endless suffering,
knowing that it will pour again and again.
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