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[andmoreagain]

I'm waiting for it to rain just a little bit harder
Before I run out into the yard,
Still barefoot and holed-up, I'll jump out my window
And run and fall into the muddy pools,
Soaking my hair as much as my clothes.
Right now it's coming down fine
(I can hear it getting started)
And soon it will be just right,
Forcing me to abandon what makes sense;
It will be demanding and impossible to ignore.
Waiting right on the cusp, it's coming-
With each moment deposited, it's growing-
And the edge is maddening
And it's a sort of serenity;
I live on that edge,
And soon it will be just right,
Loud, buzzing-white and ready.

But it looks like it's ending,
And the downpour's stepping down;
The drizzle is back and I've given up my work.
My window's still open but my room is warm
And to run out now would be wrong
It would be a disappointment,
It would be forced.
I'm waiting to be able to think again
So I can get back to what I'd been doing,
Even though that's seeming more obscure;
And the windows are open and I'm staring,
So I'll wait a little longer
And let whatever it is that I should be doing
Keep on waiting, it won't mind.
The windows are open and I'll wait,
Though I know that it's passed.