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Apr 2018
Plainly...as best as I can remember
My grandmother
With her grandmother hands
Her grandmother
Way
.....
As we walked
So young as I was
Trailing behind
Mid afternoon sun
Up in the sky
So bright
So yellow
.....
Then without a cloud in the sky
It began to rain
Small drops
Big drops
Little drops
,,,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,
....
..
.
Then none

grandma why did it rain without clouds?

Grandmother stopped her walk
Turned around and looked down

because the sun can be sad too

The sun can be sad too
Eric the Red
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Eric the Red  40/M/Southwest
(40/M/Southwest)   
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