In the dark, it's mind and toes that cringe and hands that grip the walls;
Dark and it's raining—you'll drown in the whiteness of clouds and squalls.
It is simply candle dulling sight to match the other senses.
Stars fall as gushers; to river down asphalt, as water fences.
And combined they're dull, as white as candle wax or strips of rain
Flinging the sparks to the earth in a tantrum of cloudy chains.
"Yup. Still Raining."
-Khakjaan Wessington
Source: A window in SF
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