Rain Date
grey is the color
dismal the feeling
a sopping wet day,i can't say-
I find that appealing
rain penetrating
sharp as an arrow
stinging and shrill it is chilling me=
down to the marrow
perhaps in the morning
this storm will have ended
and I'll drink from my cup as the sun rises up=
like a warm hand of friendship
extended
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