There is a grandeur that lingers in the rain
as it falls steadily and relentlessly,
continually blurring the view from the inside of the outside-
hypnotizing soft, inquiring, hungry eyes that watch-
Their gaze becomes a stare-
a drop drips,
sliding down the pane, blazing a path that almost instantly
reshapes and reforms itself-melding into the path of another.

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