puddle and pothole

it’s raining.

there’s a round pothole in the street in front of the house. it’s full of water.

when raindrops strike it, they make rings of ripples that converge with one another.

every once in a while, a drop will strike the center of the puddle and the ripples will spread out and cover the entire surface more broadly.

there’s no metaphor here. no need for one. it’s just pretty.

i should be content more often to not make things into metaphors and just let them be pretty.

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