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Rain

Rain;

a bunch of wet droplets rudely hitting the surface of my face

unannounced

I always found it bothering, yet ordinary

Accepting it would mean accepting

wet hair

being splashed by dirty water from passing cars

dirtying the car after just washing it

regretting putting make up on or forgetting an umbrella

 

Him;

He’s the lightning added to the rain

He makes it worse but adds beauty

unannounced

quite pleasing to find a disturbance in something so ordinary

rudely electrifying but gives me life

Accepting him would mean

continuous months of epic chaos

wondering  when he’ll finally strike

get it over with

whats also remarkable is that

he doesn’t have to strike at all

 

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