Three Meditations

I walked around the house looking out
each window at rain pounding the garden,
dripping from trees, soaking the street.

This reminds me of the dog who hated rain.
He went to each door,
each opened onto the same rain.

And another dog who was seen sneaking
into the forbidden dining room,
holding himself close to the wall, eyes closed.

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