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It is Rains


It is been a day
where the rain plays
truant.

It comes and goes
enacts a spoil
sport.

I climb down the steps
walk towards the gate
rain strolls behind.

Rushing back more or less
wet, I wipe myself dry.
The pour pauses

Sighing I walk again
this time crossing the lane
the showers beat me heavily..

I turn back almost soaked.
change my dress, dry my hair
decide not to venture out.

The sun comes up from behind
the day turns sunny and bright
no more rain

Fooled, I am at home
having missed an important
interview, one that could
have changed my life.