Come Play, It’s Okay
Tap tap tapping drops of water chanting with the overflow
The rain smells of sticky metal
tumbling in pellets like
BB’s cascading from unseen clouds
flat and bright hugging the
oaks just standing guard
amid the torrent.
The rain smells of sticky metal
tumbling in pellets like
BB’s cascading from unseen clouds
flat and bright hugging the
oaks just standing guard
amid the torrent.
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