a spider's waiting out
the summer showers
in the corner of the window
though I have nothing to wait for today
still -out of habit
and a deference to nature-
I too will watch the raindrops smash apart
from behind my book and coffee
it turns the street
into an asphalt mirror
reflecting the first blue bits of sky
much later
when I do not sleep
the rolling thunder
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