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This day is like the pouring rain, heavy falling and hard to swallow. Dark as the memory of an old embrace, Cold and mellow, like the cousin of a summer day. Yet within this rain we are unchanged, just not the same. I see the water as it cascades, And floods the streets, to wipe the dogged dirt away. It’s in my ears, it's on my mind, like a booming sigh. The raindrops on the soggy ground. Flooded I am washed away, but not far enough to leave this town.
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC
colmistoirm
Pouring Down
This day is like the pouring rain, heavy falling and hard to swallow. Dark as the memory of an old embrace, Cold and mellow, like the cousin of a summer day. Yet within this rain we are unchanged, just not the same. I see the water as it cascades, And floods the streets, to wipe the dogged dirt away. It’s in my ears, it's on my mind, like a booming sigh. The raindrops on the soggy ground. Flooded I am washed away, but not far enough to leave this town.
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