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When I hope it will snow,
it rains
I’m outside
waiting for the bus
in the dark
and my knee hurts.
It doesn’t snow, of course.
It rains relentlessly
and the streets flood
and the cars splash gritty water at me
as they race by.
When I wish it would
snow
it rains
and when it rains
I am
always alone.
RDP: RAIN