My tiny barometers
Are marching up and down the wall and across the floor in an orderly determined manner
Thousands of ants "moving freight" to higher ground, with all the determination of an ice trucker on a meth bender.
They're totally disciplined.
None are complaining that that's not their role.
None are denying The Wet is coming.
They all just roll up their tiny sleeves on their tiny legs and feet and get on with it.
And when they stop in a couple of weeks it will belt down a hard rain, like tears from heaven.
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