Precipitation
Precipitation
The wall on the other side of the road used to be
full of translucent sunlight, and no shadow dared
to cast its evening spell before five o´clock.
It has been raining for weeks now, grey sky and
drizzle the wall looks unpainted like melancholy
seen in the eyes of the old.
See how the indoor light gives tear drops on
the window pane a tiny rainbow each, as to say
there will be a sunny wall someday.
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