Pattering thoughts

Grey whale in the sky,

too big to see,

beauty so close goes unnoticed.

We miss the obvious,

the ever-present,

because we live with windows rolled up,

for fear of getting wet.

But today, I dance in her breach,

and her song fills my heart

as she showers me in her breath of tears;

I don’t know if they’re for sadness

or joy.

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