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Here Comes The Rain
A gray day
The river lonesome
Swimming beneath
Life hides in the shallows
I turn my face
To catch the rising wind
To the scent of rain
The memory of you
It is a day best
Spent indoors
Crashing thunder
Crashing bodies
An all day rain
Soft dripping lazy
Patterns from the sky
Would you like a taste?
Storm swept skies
In storm filled eyes
Wet day
Wet me
I reach for you
And find my umbrella
I sigh and rise
Somewhere above the wind
I was correct, it is
The kind of day best spent
In bed
The river lonesome
Swimming beneath
Life hides in the shallows
I turn my face
To catch the rising wind
To the scent of rain
The memory of you
It is a day best
Spent indoors
Crashing thunder
Crashing bodies
An all day rain
Soft dripping lazy
Patterns from the sky
Would you like a taste?
Storm swept skies
In storm filled eyes
Wet day
Wet me
I reach for you
And find my umbrella
I sigh and rise
Somewhere above the wind
I was correct, it is
The kind of day best spent
In bed
Published 5th Aug 2015
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Anonymous
5th Aug 2015 12:31pm
Dark and disconsolate. The loneliness is tangible. Your poems infuse into the soul.
Anonymous
6th Aug 2015 3:28pm
Ahhh . . . You spin dark about as well as anyone I have read, well maybe that guy Poe did it better. Even so, your mood is catching, makes me want to run outside and rob a Good Humor man.
