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Land of Rain |
- Sitting still,
- Watching out the window,
- Watching the evening skies darken
- As tall grey clouds ink the western horizon,
- Blotting the sun,
- Replacing golden light
- With grey darkness,
- Prickled underneath with white thorns
- scratching the earth below.
- Growing quickly nearer.
- The roof roars loud with the sound of rain
- Then louder
- Then louder still.
- Amidst the pounding roar
- Come peals of thunder.
- Rolling thunder.
- And pounding rain.
- And flashes of lightning
- Not white, but grey like the rain.
- Hours come, and they pass unnoticed,
- Effaced by the unending flow
- Of water from the sky.
- Welcome, he had said.
- The boy in the store, the boy with the weary grey eyes,
- Seeing my shirt's emblem,
- And recognizing a fellow stranger in a strange land
- Had said,
- Welcome to the land of rain.
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