ㅁ I'll take some time now, meditating: my strange relationship to rain, which often boils down to waiting - you'd think it feels somewhat mundane - but no, in fact it's more like soothing and letting clouds present their smoothing, on-flowing torrents for the trees to drink. This flow of water frees not just the pebbles from the seething and urgent earth, but also thoughts, which surge and dodge life's random lots, but then are loosened from their wreathing constraints to fly against the dark and overarching sky's gray arc.
– a sonnet in a tetrameter.
