Wednesday 3/31/2010 01:18:00 AM

We wait forever for the rain to stop. It doesn't. Dull needles inject the medicine. To make us sicker. She argues with the clouds. Imagining heaven can hear her. Insisting that the echo continues.

Like the highway retains the roar of life. As they go. Wherever it is they're going. Chasing the wounds stubborn skin has confessed.

Waiting for the rain to cease. Convinced it never will. Her fingers like a river. Overflowing.

There is truth in this duplicitous flesh. But like the rain that's always falling.

Be patient.

Eventually you'll catch it.

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