The wind blows open the doors,
sprays our faces with a cold mist
so fine it feels like sand sometimes.
The rain taps against the metal roof
and covers the windows with drops
to hide the gray landscape from view.
We pull our hoods tight as we leap
over puddles and scurry for shelter
as we welcome the first day of rain
in many months but curse our damp
socks and muddy pants hems.
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