"It can't rain all the time."
But it sure does seem to be.
The forecast for this week:
rain, rain, and more rain.
Rain every day.
The world is trying to wash us away -
to start anew.
The world is cold and gray. strange and unfamiliar.
The clouds have fallen from the sky - laying low on the ground.
They surround us in fog.
I cannot see my outstretched hand.
My finger tips have blended into this haze.
wet . . . dismal . . . numb.
Where is the sun hiding?
2 comments:
it's not raining here!
now.
see you saturday!
p.s. yes, i'm working this weekend, :( , and i do have end-of-term work... double :( , but i'm going to hang out with you lots anyway.
rachelle will be here, too! YAAAAAAY!
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