I'm sitting by the kitchen window eating
A warm brownie that my mother's made for me
My breath fogs up the glass and I
Use my hand to wipe it away to see.
I peer out into the storm,
I see the rain, it coming in sheets
Then slows down to a gentle drizzle
While it floods the streets
I trace the path of the flow
As I watch from my window
It's calming and gentle
So beautiful
The black of the pavement
Made shining by rain it's
Like a scene from a movie.
It's beautiful.
I wish I could get my camera
Take a picture of this scene
But it never comes out through the glass...
I consider walking outside into the rain
To take a picture that would contain
The feeling of the wetness of the rain.
But I don't have the want to rise from my seat
To put on my coat and set my camera
To take this picture perfect-scene,
Instead, I race outside without the camera or a coat,
And run around in the rain until my clothing's soaked.

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