It doesnít listen in on conversations.
Not to a child, a parent. God. Anyone.
Itís a property of metrological conditions.
Like a kid in the back seat of a car,
sometimes a cloud just has to burst.
Rainís no wire-tapper.
Itís not like one of those biddies
in a restaurant whose heads
almost jerk off their necks
to overhear what you are saying.
Itís all to do with moisture and wind
and temperature and gravity.
Yes, youíre unhappy
and itís raining.
But itís coincidence, I assure you.
I just told the rain the same thing.
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