Rain
The dry melancholy sound of the howl
shook the house while the water followed
shiny drops teeter tattered on glass
with the hopes of missing class
some dread this kind of weather
being a naysayer with an umbrella
while I'd rather stay bundled under the sheets
anticipating the storm to reach.
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