[poem] A Missive
Hi.
I'll be honest: I'm not doing well. I've been too ill for too long. I'm tired. Angry. God is fortunate that I don't believe in him. But all I will say, for now, is this: I can hear the rain on my window. So many drops, falling here from the sky, and inside I stay dry. I'm listening to the rain. There is rain on my window. For now, there is rain on my window.