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gray rain

why in our bright youth

do we embrace the gray rain –

out of empathy?

and the seasons change

till we bask in setting suns

and golden evenings.

A/N: Y’all, where I live, it doesn’t rain often. In my car, as I type this, the rain is begging to be let in… And, no, I’m not skipping school… I write this in the morning and schedule the posts.


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