Food for Thought-The Cool Rain Does Not Help Me Breathe

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The winding rain comes to the door,
And says, “I know it is extremely hot,
On this blue sky of a June no cloud day,”
The rain goes here and there,
To my step and stoop,
Above the place where I sit and think,
Around the trees with their green leaves,
Green leaves, thirsty leaves,
The rain pretends to be cool,
Cooler than the air,
Air I cannot breathe,
Stung,
As I am touched
It winds its way past me,
Down the street and grazing,
Things with paint peeling,
Which need not water,
Nor presence on high,
The cooler rain waits,
I watch it run, run,
And say bye, bye.

-Richard Bryant

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