Humid Day
Humid day
BY; TOM
2006
Clouds intermittently perspiring;
Can’t call it “Sweating With The Oldies”,
Clouds newly formed.
Thunder echoes across the Heavens,
Is God teasing?
Or will Ernestine’s car
Finally get washed?
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