The Machines Have Won

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I wake up to fog and rain
Dark and dreary
And possibly all in my head

Automatically
Without yet engaging my murky eyes
In one fluid movement
Scoop up my iPhone
Enter my passcode
Click the weather app
And strain through the blur

It says partially cloudy with a ZERO percent chance of rain

I Squint
Rub my eyes
Begin traipsing from window to window

Ear to glass
Eyes angling
Tipping on my toes and craning my neck

How can I harmonize this dissonance of information?

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