There is a flicker of excitement
In the pit of the stomach,
Caused by the patter of rain
On a darkening street.
The quickest, most glancing thought
Of dancing under the freezing
Spits of rain, all the while
Tightening the blanket again,
And touching warmth on all sides.
But to forget for one moment
The sickening twist of gut,
That seized us for no reason
With no question at all,
To forget it all
At the sound of quickly falling rain,
Which we can’t quite make out,
Not quite a shadow,
In the window,
In the corner of an eye,
That falls without question,
Or need for explanation
Of why we sometimes, for a moment,
Wish to forget everything
Except the sound of rain in the dark.
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