As I Stood Waiting

[azilut]

In the parking lot, rain drums on the black metal garbage can with the unpainted lid. Not the light, inconsequential, misting rain that carries your mind into the clouds, prickling your skin like suspended ice particles and teasing your nostrils with the smell of a childhood belief in unicorns. Not the heavy, soaking, torrential downpour of

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[porphyre]

*applause*