Il Pleut

It has been raining for hours now.
As I gaze at the only window in the room without curtains, I see myself.

Did you think I was dropping a philosophical firework that is going to whizz and sputter through the rest of this post musing about how window panes when raised to a metaphorical plane can reflect the inner me?

why ! of course not!

All I am asking you to imagine is that its 12.21 am,(palindromic time !) the rain is pouring into the pitch blackness outside. Try as I may, I cannot see the drops of water as the tube light in the room creates a reflection of me and the room on the window pane.

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