All day long
the wind still blows
all over the sky,
and I am powerless
to change things like that —

try to change the sky,
I say; I dare you. Try to make
the rain shift

and you and I will both
get wet, both of us
ending up soaked
to the skin under our
clothes.

The rain doesn’t care,
so why should I? Let it

fall, let it pour like
cold coffee,
let it drop its astringent
mercy on the impatient
folly of the folks below

like me, like you;
let it wash away any hope
left to us to think about.

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T