The Rain would be Cold and Wet

Resting my eyes

Down to the streets below

The wind is frosty breath

The white is drippy snow


The glass is showing a 

smudge worn handprinted



I blink my eyes in rapid strokes

To keep a head from tumbling under

Strenuous effort to placate the tears


I decide to cry

I think.


If I didn't  cry

I think I would lose some of the color

I would miss some transcendent moment


The rain would be cold 

And wet


I decide to cry




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