Jamál (Beauty), 7 Qawl (Speech), 166 BE – Sunday, November 29, 2009 about 7:50 AM Pacific Time
It's Sunday morning the day of beauty. A new week begins in Las Vegas. I look out my living room window and see a cloud covered sky. No rain is forecast for today, in fact it's supposed to dry out.
It rained last night; I know this because I looked out the window before going to bed. There were puddles in my driveway. The puddles are dried up this morning, but they were their last night. They looked like dark mirrors reflecting a starless sky.
Dark mirrors reflecting
nothing but eternal night
morning dried them up.
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