on rainy days

2 Nov

on rainy days

the past hangs heavy

thick with memories

and the air feels crisp

and yet

people become like ghosts

hidden beneath layer after layer

of remorse

on rainy days i feel an odd mixture

of sadness and

delight

the dreary old world made clean again

and nothing can be done

about the wet

the world can only surrender

gladly

on rainy days

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