in overcast
Streets are mute
a gentle wind
Darkest day
in its own way
Slightest chill
the waiting still
Tapping drop
upon the walk
Sweetest breath
a calming rest
Growing trees
in the loving breeze
Saddest time
a silly rhyme
Softened light
a coming night
Kindest hours
of gentle showers.
Blessed Rain
my sweet refrain.
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