Concentric circles dolefully radiate
from the puddles at the base of the driveway
with each drop of rain
as if they know that they do not belong,
at least not here in late December
where snows should dominate the ground.
From dreary horizon to horizon,
the skies homogeneously drab gray
have dribbled on all day.
All damn day.
Damn depressing day.
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