Rain, oh, rain.
Why must you pour
at the exact moment I
descend from the bus to
go to my apartment? Why
must you drench the woman
who is already late to the airport?
Why do I feel so stuck and so
bored that I am writing this
insipid poem just for the
sake of having written?
Just so that today, no
matter my lack of
inspiration I will
spew words.
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