A child, I dreamed of squeezing clouds, guzzling rain.
A homeowner now, my nightmares flood with rain.
The trickle of mouse-paws inside the walls
gushes louder the longer it rains.
The clown king crowds children's cages and hospital wards.
We all get worse the longer he reigns.
A kiss in bed in a season of hate:
a match lit in drenching rain.
I weary of warm rooms, dry clothes, being grown.
I think I'll run around in the rain.
I'll shiver, I'll drip, I'll ruin floors, but I'll know
the secrets clouds whisper in rain.
Better dry and foolish than wise and wet:
that's the lesson I learned from the rain.
-- Carl Bettis
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