The rain seems like a visitor more than a storm-
not a mindless mass of clouds
or simply witless weather
but the Sea itself, tired of it's lowly position.
So here it is-
banging on the door,
tapping on the window,
looking for a couch.
Better to break bones than to endure the loss of perceived love. Better to bleed internally to keep warm than to seek out comfort in anot...
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