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rain

 

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)

NaBloPoMo January 2014

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