Thursday, August 5, 2010

February Rainstorm

cold-kissed droplets
pelting down
leaning to the left
flying through
bony fingered limbs
flash of lightening
streaks the sky
in bursts of camera bulbs
taking pictures of our
"cruel cold world"
peering through the
paint-clouded window panes
feeling the damp cold air soak in
smiles rise from troubled skin
while music in the air
proclaims loudly, and 'tis true
"I'm only happy
when it rains"


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