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Rain-Driven Blues
Walking beneath roiling cloud
Exposed to coming Baltic storm
Feet move swiftly head is bowed
Weather onslaught about to perform.
Bone-chilling cold, cannot escape
No place to shelter all alone
Wet and weary old bones ache
Focused thoughts I am heading home.
Splashing puddles, leaking shoes
rancorous weather continues downpour
Am mired in music of rain-driven blues
Sigh of relief as i slam front door.
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Delice Arleen Skelly
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