it's raining again
i think
but i'll not look and see
i think that's the sound
pah, pah ts-shah
drumming along outside
marching away
pwip by plosh
to make way for more
i think it might be wet
if that's the smell of wet
shaving rock
genially bathing all
leaving itself behind
i think it grips
tighter, colder than i'd asked
a desperation of limbs
when it curls around me
like you never did
i think
i should look and see
but i'll not

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Scarlatan, in the year 905 AF.