She will look out the window as the deluge descends.
Water will flood the glass pane.
It will acceptingly defy Earth's gravitational pull
as it will warp her vision.
Once she moves her head and body across the pain
she will see the twists in the tunnels of moist beam.
She will look out at the window,
believing Mother's fallacy,
understanding the reality,
when solely viewing a distortion across the glass.
Drenched pains cause distortion.

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