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Rain, Almost

Speaking of rain,

the dust on the

car shows dots

far apart in a

pattern of drops—

not a rain pattern—

a single-sprinkle

pattern as evidence

of what must have 

meant to be a

shower but decided

to save itself

for somewhere

else, leaving

a polka dot doodle

as its only trace.

A flirtation; just

one dance.