Rain

[monk222]

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Just when you get used to being dry again,
a stormy night breaks on your head.

This rain would have been nice
in another couple of weeks,
when the lawn actually might need another drink,
but not now.

It was so nice to take the trash out back
without going through an elaborate routine
to keep your feet dry and clean.

At least the mother grey blew back into town this morning.
But now the kittens aren't here,
still hiding underground,
shy after the storm, presumably.

Though, the morning is now sunny bright,
more spring than summer.

The mother grey, perched on the patio table, looks inside
and sees Bo with Monk,
and I think she knows
this cannot be her home, after all.
She is gone now.

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