Photo taken by Ms. Vee

Photo taken by Ms. Vee

It is going to happen

I smell, and feel the dampness

Don’t want to get caught in the wetness

Nor have the  grey, put a damper on my day

Or chase my endorphins away

I’ve been watching them; they fought to stay

At first; leaves caught the droplets

Until they had no alternative; but to capitulate

Rushing with a force of vengeance

Tears are pouring from the sky

Are these tears of pain, or joy?

If they stream from pain, it’s not in vain

Overflowing buckets of tears

To be washed down the drain

A cleansing has taken place

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