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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.


Rain lashes painfully

like needles against my burning skin,

kills the primeval fire raging inside

bringing peace, to my troubled mind.


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