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Aug 2013
Came on one day, the darkened clouds,
That hung in sky, a gloomy companion,
With rain, so summer, dropped steadily,
The sun did not come readily out today.

Damp sidewalks, pavements, black as coal,
With whistling wind that danced in trees,
A cool, invigorating massage of  face and skin,
A spiritual rebirth so surely on its wandering way.

Humidifying to our own bodies and souls,
The mugginess and moments of listless day,
So counting moments as they flashed before us,
Another, blustery fall day we shared today.

So, endless puddles of deepen water wells,
Splash out before us when we came to play,
But walking faster, the bus that flies by us
Is lightened as the sun peeks out to shine the way.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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