After the rain the dog walkers come back out,
the grass looks a little greener and the air seems cleaner.
After the war, innocent people are dead, survivor’s
morn and the old men who started it all, drink, smoke cigars and feel proud of
themselves.
After graduation all of the dates that were
memorized in order to pass a test get forgotten, faces of school chums blend
into obscurity and the hunt for the perfect job grows quickly tiresome.
After the procedure, you never feel quite
right, but you tell yourself you’re fine.
You slow down a little and start to notice and worry about every little
twinge.
After the presentation you begin to question
all of the fees and hidden charges and ask yourself if it is worth all the changes
and expense. Is this the life you really want?
After you’re gone, memories of you start to
fade. Some friends recall old adventures
and fun times, but even those get a little distorted.
Images of you get moved down the list, with
most getting deleted. For you, any wisps of thoughts still hanging around are not of friends or fun times but of how it
felt after it rained.
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