I was thinking
I’d go for a walk
Down to the library
To return a book
With a title I can’t remember
And that I never opened
Then stop by the post office
And pick up my mail
Check the creek for salmon
It’s time for their run home
Thrashing through rocks and current
To a soon and certain death
But I looked out the window
And saw the bucket
Filled with water
From last week’s showers
Raindrops began to bounce
From the surface
Fulfilling the forecasts
I’d hoped were not true
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