Skin’s prayed wet rosaries all day.
Finally thunder turns the corner—a memory trigger.
Can’t close the window in time.
Trees wave by the roadside.
A motorcade of clouds.
Then the quality of mercy backfires.
A speeding car blasts a puddle skyward.
The predicted drop in temperature.
Sidewalk and rain—concrete veronica.
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