The Current Flow
Before my eyes,
The cloudy skies,
Release a cavalcade of raindrops;
When will the rain stop,
And the sun shine through?
When will the rain beating the pavement,
By day end?
The smallest rustle of the wind,
Breezes through the tree limbs,
As I see when,
In my window view.
Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2022
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