what the poet meant when they wrote

it is raining

I am feeling deadly dull today

it is raining

is about my loss of love

it is raining

merde I’l pleut!

it is raining

I’m thinking of the dead & the spaces between us

it is raining

spring is coming hope is in the air

it is raining

refilling water butts feeding the plants

it is raining

my dead mother who never called

it is raining

time to wear a coat today

it is raining

I need the sun to warm my bones

it is raining

& these windows need cleaning

it is raining

must I go out into the world?

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