Rainy Days

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.

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