Rain

The sky was just light,

Then it darkened and let out a wail,

Suddenly,

Pouring rain hit the ground,

I hear it in the gutters,

And think,

It’s only September!

Where’s the sun,

It’s typical in this area,

Wet Raincouver is what they say,

Rain, rain, rain…

Vancouverites must be so enduring of these downfalls,

Fresh smelling rain,

Umbrellas in water bottle holders,

Water-proof shoes,

All the rage,

Beautiful rain in lit up skies.

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Author: Henri Darkner

Life is harsh. Love is harsh. God makes it better. If I understood myself, I would not be writing this blog. Just here.

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