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it’s a dripping sound, that’s what it is, easy to forget until you hear it returning slower, before the hard rain comes in pelts to beat you senseless again. But you don’t hear it slowing down before the big storm comes through, before the drift deadens its plink, before you sense the unseen change & the drip you'd come to know is gone. Kevin Swanwick, August 2025
Damn, that’s tight.