I shiver in November rain;
Never should have come
outside.
Each needled drop a pin-prick
Penetrating into tender flesh
Left uncovered and exposed to
Elements so raw and rigid,
So dank and frigid that I'm
Left to question
The very sanity,
The sanctity of my decision.
Perhaps it's time for another
plan,
Or at the least, a bold
revision.
Taking on the elements
With no protection from the
cold,
Exposed to late November's
wrath,
Enduring every ache and pain,
I struggle forth upon my
quest
Seeking answers sorely
needed,
Knowing not what lies ahead
As I defy November rain.
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