I sit and stare out the window,
Scanning the scene,
My fingers gently tapping on my leg,
As I wait.
Drops hit the window,
Blurring the image of outside,
As they race each other,
Towards the cold, wet ground.
As I wait.
The gray clouds loom overhead,
Laughing at the sadness they bring,
As I sit inside and glare up at them,
Willing them to go away.
Then just as I fear it will never end,
The clouds slowly move away,
Revealing an old friend who grins down at me.
My wait is over.
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