There is a hole
In the bucket of hope
And we laughed and sang
As our luck ran out
The night unable to hold
When the rain you heard
Was not the rain you know
Time’s last few drops
In the patter of dust
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qbit 
“When the rain you heard
Was not the rain you know”
This leaves me deeply sad, and wanting. Well done.
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I know. I’m so sorry. I didn’t even want to post this. But it is what I knew to say.
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*knew how to say
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Very well penned — an unavoidable perspective, not too infrequently. All is not hope, not is not eternal, all things pass and nothing endures.
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Yep.
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but, my friend, are times particularly tough now for thee?
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Oh no, not at all!! But thanks for asking. I should probably update my blog’s tagline to “qbit – the cheerful nihilist”!
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*hope is not eternal
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I love the sense of hope as rain… and how unevenly distribution falls. Some have all the luck
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Thank you. Yes, it isn’t fair, and not what we would always hope.
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I had a proverb on the tip of my tongue but I cannot remember
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I like how you’ve written this…the sounds fit and the story has an ominous/true flavour…
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Thank you!
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Quite a twist on that children’s song. Reflects much.
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Innocence lost or innocence betrayed, not sure which or both. You made me go back and look up the whole song, I’d forgotten that it is hopeless in its own way!
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The song is hopeless because there is no fix and because it gets stuck in your head.
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Sometimes, it happens….not all buckets are filled with hope. Enjoyed your response.
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I almost started singing the song about that bucket and its hole, but I forgot most of the words.
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I did too. Jilly’s comments had me go look it up.
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I can see the raindrops in the dust. Beautiful.
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“When the rain you heard / Was not the rain you know” — an interesting metaphor here.
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Thanks. More evocative than literal I hope.
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It’s both evocative and literally sound, Randall. Besides, they aren’t dichotomic qualities, are they? 😉
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