the wind brings the rain and
the water floods the land...
we wait for it to drain like
ducks wait on a pond for a
reason to fly away... the clouds
change colors from greywhite
to greydark to darkgrey as the
night lumbers in with its walking
cane and fireflies that glow until
wee hours of he morning... the
morning coulds shed their tints
and tones, forming a massive
blue sky that extends from one
side to the other like a rather
large umbrella... and we wonder
where the sun is hiding since
the light got to its job first... an
opening in the sky through which
it passed into tomorrow and no
words to the locals, saying goodbye.
27 November 2022
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