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Aug 2013
she is miles distant
as you wait in a creeping rain
its soft and constant
soaked the waterproof hood
and slowly works its way
onto you
a drop at a time
like an army sneaking in
they know they can conquer
they know its a matter of time before you too
succumb and are soaked too
its patient
just to mess with you it
suddenly cracks thunder overhead
into the mezmerizing quiet
and makes you jump startled
rain must get a real kick out of
making you jump like that
I know it gets its jollys making ya wet
and it'll stop raining after you get picked up
two seconds after you hop in the car
it'll quit
complain about rain
old as them thar hills
nonsense
mark john junor
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mark john junor  59/M
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