The sky cries tears from morning to night.
It’s echos as it hits the floor.
The smell of earth I smell once more.
The chill is too much to bare
I grab my coat once again.
Buried in a sea of summer
Under a pile of clothes it is found.
It hasn’t seen much rain lately.
It’s found its purpose once again.
Hazed lights flicker in the distance
The sky cries out another song.
So loud this time
The city falls silent to its wails.
Others decide to dance along
Before the sky changes the song.
Yet here I stand
Umbrella in hand
Watching beauty and chaos repeat again.
Melissa Stein 
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