Nice Day After Centuries of Rain

When the sun finally comes out,

after three months of rain,

after weeks of overcast skies,

after we spent days looking outside our windows,

after the water took over the streets,

after we learn to build rafts in our imagination,

after we our fingers become bruised from texting,

after we started to make trash bag ponchos,

after we dug out our umbrellas,

after we began to imagine living underwater,

after the news sighting of Noah and his ark,

after we swore we were mermaids,

the sun finally showed up,

and we all cowered behind the curtains 

from its glaring brightness.

Blinded by the outside world.

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