27 Monday Jan 2014
Rains that lift my spirits
cloud yours…
*
As it pours
and your wet clothes cling, uncomfortably
stealing warmth from your body
you complain incessantly, of the cold.
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Rain lashes painfully
like needles against my burning skin,
kills the primeval fire raging inside
bringing peace, to my troubled mind.
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The rains annoy you
They bring me joy…
And I wonder how a black, and a white
at either ends, saw only grays.
– Shail Mohan (Jan 2014)
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