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Downspouts
November's infinitude of monotone
is at its greatest glory in the rain;
that constant rain that says we are alone
be we in pleasure, or be we in pain,
notwithstanding the company we keep
or if we keep no company at all
in the melancholy where gray skies weep
as summer's pigment...takes a curtain call.
is at its greatest glory in the rain;
that constant rain that says we are alone
be we in pleasure, or be we in pain,
notwithstanding the company we keep
or if we keep no company at all
in the melancholy where gray skies weep
as summer's pigment...takes a curtain call.
Published 25th Nov 2024
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25th Nov 2024 12:08pm
25th Nov 2024 12:49pm
5th Dec 2024 6:04am
There's something so pure about rain, like it's cleansing, but get too much of it and it will drown us all.
Excellent closing lines.
Excellent closing lines.
5th Dec 2024 6:33am
Here around Portland we've always gotten a lot of those steady three or four day rain events that seem to last forever.
