An especially rainy Monday
the best kind
with rain hurtling down every which way
cleaning windows that hardly ever get wet
and dropping from trees like a fountain
The streets are wet and shiny
the brown bark on trees turned to black
and the wind flings the tops of the trees back and forth
without a care for breaking branches
The birds are especially happy because
the poor worms must come to the surface for air
and all the green is bursting through buds and blades
and patches of dirt
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