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.

#acceptance #drought #impermanence #melancholy #urban decay

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Comments

Quiet · Feb 24, 2026

the lung part is a little gross to think about.

Eli Baird · Feb 25, 2026

The part about seeing a map in the stain is cool.

Caleb H. · Feb 25, 2026

thanks, i think i stared at it too long and started seeing shapes

soundcasual · Feb 28, 2026

the wing that's been stepped on is such a sad image.

Adrian K. · Mar 1, 2026

It just makes me think of all the chores i keep putting off.

Caleb H. · Mar 1, 2026

lol mood. i’ve been staring at it for weeks and still haven’t done anything.

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