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May 2016
The wet smell
that comes before the rain
permeates the air

slowly it comes
little at first
then all at once

some find comfort in this
huddling in their rooms,
in their blankets and sweaters

others also look forward to its end
waiting for the sun
for the rainbow after the rain

but no
this time it's just mud, cold
and frogs after rain.
Frankie Newton
Written by
Frankie Newton  manila
(manila)   
772
   Georgia and Aeerdna
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