it's late midnight,
i approach the long unoccupied building i call home

the rain continues to fall;
cold and wet
with only my jacket to envelop these arms in warmth,
my faithful umbrella to cover my head,
and the bossa nova tunes to accompany the lone soul of i.

tread through the endless puddles,
to the mud-splattered porch.
hung my umbrella, and entered my lifeless abode;
where the distinct stink of mold greets me.

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this bit absolutely ruins the whole vibe of this post but it's more realistic

mosquitoes multiply like crazy in the endless shower outside,
and rat poo scents waft within.