The day has passed beyond evening into night,
A light sweater is nice but the windows are open.
It is raining.
Sweet, soft, windless droplets patter beyond the panes,
A tangled tattered background beat that is so quietly
Soothing to me,
Reminding me of the kindness of this universe
We all inhabit, with its astounding beauties
And astonishing graces.
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