When we looked out the window
and saw the grass pushing
at each other like dominoes
and the rain misting the entire
landscape, we worried.
We were without umbrellas,
without coats, with laptops,
with dry clothes, with flipflops.
Steam rose from the hills
and overhead, the clouds ran
races and stumbled over
each other.
So we talked about ourselves,
our homes, our words
somersaulting together
like the clouds
until the rain stopped.
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