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Creeping over
without letting
us know.
Slowly the air
cools and the wind
begins to blow.
Inside it is cozy
safe and warm.
But shiver uncontrollably as
you get a case of the willies.
Outside the clouds gather
instead of sailboats and bunnies
they are darkness and fear
it turns chilly
life contained in a drop of percipitation
affirms its mission and drops down
splattering on the windows
and ploping on the pavement of the streets