It Pours
If you can shun
The violent lances
Omnipresent, omniscient,
Beneath the eaves
Of your umbrellas
Why can't you
Avoid avoidance?
You care too much
About the rain
And the uninvited mud,
Why don't you revel
With the downpour
Of catastrophe
Inside your bones?
poem by Norman Santos
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