rain, don't we know and experience the rain
in so many extraordinarily different ways
did we not as children run and go paddling
in those browny gravy puddles, play splash
and without any compunction to correct ourselves
leap into the rain, then seemingly older and wiser
did we not hesitate, even avoid the rain, cold miserable
water, dirty, the polluted, toxic, poisonous pond
the lake upon which once our paper boats
sailed to distant shores, while we in rubber boots
steered them to their final course, toward old age.
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