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Drizzle Mizzle
Grey hovers in jagged knots
over the blue expanse on high,
Sure sign of coming rain,
Thunder faraway, the clouds sigh!
Soft tears unleashed, valley washed,
Feel the drizzle on your skin,
Clouds cry, leaving you cold,
Lightning flash nearby, misty grin!
A bow curves delightfully embellishing
the vast sky in brilliant hues,
Dark clouds pass, sprinkles cease,
Smiles brighten as rainbow inspires muse.
07.29.2021
For Joseph May's "Alpha Lines" contest
Copyright ©
Joanna Daniel
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