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Rainy Sunday Morning
By Don Iannone

Thick four-ply raindrops beat
relentlessly on the rooftop,
making you feel your own
exaggerated inner darkness,
The rhythmic beating smothers
your spirit in oozing gray molasses,
Your heart fire smolders in
its own cloudy emotional wetness,
You feel overweight inside,
unable to loosen your heavy feet
from your soul's muddy river bottom,
Even the drenched robin,
slurping plump worms in the grass,
struggles to find happiness
on this rainy Sunday morning.

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