The Rainshade
The
voice of spring rain
It’s darkly etched, in the sky face,
rainshade in the main, I don't complain.
lyrical steps falling, frothing seductively, slo-flowing
rain that they are strained. The weather vane's
become inane, when every day it rains again. It's plain
to
see
for
you
and
me
it
has
to
be
the
end *
of play.
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