What do you call these showers when April passes. It rains here so much I’m afraid I’m stuck in that month. It mocks me, those cruel days snicker at my repetition. It turns on and off, off and on; rain casts drizzles that have no place to go. These waters flood my streams, their crystallized pellets color my cells. It rains so much here, I might just become apart of it.

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