It hasn't rained since Sunday
by Caleb H.
· 27/01/2026
Published 27/01/2026 11:19
It hasn't rained since Sunday.
The sky is a hard, blue blank.
But up there, near the corner,
the plaster is still telling
the story of the leak.
A yellowed map. A salt-ring.
At four in the morning—
no, it was later, almost light—
it looks like a lung, or maybe
a wing that’s been stepped on.
I should paint over it.
I should get a ladder and a brush.
But it’s a relief, in a way,
to see the damage staying
where I can keep an eye on it.
It doesn't hide. It just
settles in.