Scan Day Weather

by The Wild Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

On scan day, rain begins before the alarm. The forecast calls it ordinary: low cloud, showers by noon, clearing uncertain. At the hospital window I watch drops join, separate, and find new routes down the glass. No weather explains my body. Still, I breathe with the rain until someone opens the door.
52 words · 13 lines · Free Verse
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