Opaque light filling
Up every crevice
Of the atmosphere
That I live under.
Too cold for my skin’s
Receptors to handle and
Too wet for my feet to step out in
To take the scene on one on one.
So I glance through a glass
That divides
The wind
From my face and I am
Understanding the beauty
Behind such chaos.
Leaves flying and
Trees swaying;
Homeless cats and
Men inevitably
Getting drenched who
Are probably scared.
But tomorrow, when
The sun permeates the
Atmosphere and enables
The flowers to flourish,
I know the cats, in their own
Way, and the men, in their
Minds, will appreciate the warmth
So much more than if there never was
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