Drops of rain ram down in droves,
pooling into cloudy clumps
on sticky, muddy terrain
that’s terrifically, terribly sodden.
Yet the sound of those drops
brings tremendous
comfort to my wounded heart
that is yearning, craving peace.
Soggy outside.
Smug inside.
Love it!
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