alone, she
watched the impending
clouds. grey thick and heavy
with waiting.
her father had
warned of such moments
and her mother
spoke quietly, “then,
you must listen”
it was just that their faces
had lit with excitement
despite her “you should
not be here”
they were waiting
as they always had.
and inside she felt
expectant. outside the grey
sky whispered, “yes, you already know
it will rain.”
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