Almost not a Diatribe, but when some things aren’t helped, other things can’t be.

poetry

rain comes slowly
regardless of it’s speed.
It always sweeps so
deliberately, so
absolutely over
any piece of land
that it so chooses.

But it is the rain.
It will dampen and
drench and muddy
and make difficult to drive
but it is the rain
and only fools
can drown in it.

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