Either side and slide away, a grayish thunder cloud have some noise, the rain has started heavenly, it land on the grounded service, a kind of rhythm keep as it goes further and further of sounds, it Pounds so heavy and light, usually embrace underscore musically, shockingly to hail and sail amongst the inner street on foreign blue, the rain actually spilled and poured all the way onward to washed out the infamous water down snow, how'd slow and steady into the puddles came, not so lame, don't feel shame about this, unless the word not become inward of name and game alongside, the weather is coming into slow motion, the thunderous cloud strikes, again and again, filled with train and rain dropping like flies
Written by
Michael James Brindley
2-25-19
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