Jun 5
2 min read
Dark and Drizzly
A poem
I stand in drizzling rain
Outside a crowded waiting room,
Waiting at a busy auto repair shop.
The crowd inside was too much:
Too many maskless people,
Too much waiting,
Too much boredom,
Too much, too many all in one room.
I would rather have the cool rain
Drizzling down on my hoodie
Slowly soaking into my hair.
