A SUMMERS DAY


We sat at the window looking out,
And the rain came down,
That summer day.
Each drip and spout crashed aimlessly against the window pane.
Nothing to see, nothing to read was in that room for me,
That summer day.

I grew uncomfortable by the scene,
By the distorted and grotesque image
Of myself.
I was too fixated to understand how much there was to read and to see past the array of rain.

Empty and sleepless was my soul,
In the remnants of a summer daze,
Faint sheets of lighting battered,
An intolerable thought was made clear
“WE LIVE IN AN AGE WHERE UNNECESSARY THINGS ARE OUR ONLY NECESSITY.”

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