Wake at 4 a.m. to watch
teardrops dribble down hotel windowpanes,
blur, opaque lights of the city asleep.  

Buckets tumble steadily from the sky.
Now and then, a hair of lightning snickers.
Thunder rumbles a low,dark melody.  

Zeus is the boss of me.     

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Rain is forecast 90%
every day
all the time
until the moment
we step on the plane for home.  

There’s meaning in everything.
There must be meaning in this.