My Favorite Distraction

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I hear the soft footsteps of rain outside my window,

It’s louder friend only seconds behind.

They bring me no fear,

No wariness, no excitement.

They instead bring calm,

The dangerous sort of calm that makes me think,

Thoughts of today, tomorrow, and of all the yesterdays,

Makes me think of each important “when” and "where" and “who”,

And each of their “why's".

That’s why rain is my favorite distraction,

When I stop contemplating,

Wondering,

Dreaming of what could and couldn’t have happened,

Where I might go,

And who I may meet,

I feel again, like I’ll make it to the next “why”.

 

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