The rain towards
The cold hard surface
Lulls me.
Water bureaucracy into droplets,
Each enlarge
Until the load
Is an excessive amount of to endure,
Dragged down by means of gravity
On an uncontrollable path,
Zig-zagging its way to
Collision after collision
Till it’s not recognizable
At the bottom of the sill.
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