the tempest stomped its feet and raged at the dying of the light....
those who had, embraced the violence and huddled warm and watched the storm...
those without stood in doorways smoking, listening to the empty treats of lightening and the childlike tantrum of the thunder...
and the dawn came...
waking with only distant memories of the night before, we rise and glimmer and begin our chores...
and wonder what the feud the night before was really all about...
with cooler head and cloudy day we are secure that rainy days will come again and steadfast we will stand against the storm...
all the time, as we toil, the darkened corners of our mind tap us on the shoulder and remind us of our time in play...
yellow rubber coats and smiles of childhood chants while jumping in the puddles left behind...
rain rain go away come again another day...
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