November 3, 2009
The rain collides with my body
like soft, wet bullets
The soggy, blue-gray liquid melting onto the dark surface of my jacket,
drenching my clothes and skin

The motion from the traffic nearby,
leaves a fresh layer of water droplets
to coat my right side, and I shiver
from the wind creeping behind me
and pushing on my back as I walk,
sending a vicious chill where my jacket is left unzipped

A mixture of brisk Autumn and drippy clouds

But I'm almost home

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