Monday, September 9, 2013

Strange Rain

When I wake up,
the ground below my window
is wet.
The road outside my gate
lies in startled dismay.
The gurgling sewage underground
spews sloth,
and muddy puddles
cry foul.
The clouds above sulk
and stretch their swollen bodies,
only to grumble a low threat
and crawl back into
a sultry slumber.

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