The raindrops will mutter
they’ll splatter and sputter
spiraling down to the grasp of the gutter,
the wind whispers weakly
and babbles obliquely
until it’s a memory mewling so meekly—
a storm can be static
or a feisty fanatic
assumptions should never become automatic
as fronts are effective
at being deflective
for people both passive and over-protective.
The last verse is a cracker! Wonderful...
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