A seamless blanket
Rolling, pilling
Enveloped by the hazy comfort
of gloomy afternoons.
Pour.
A steady drum
A gentle roll
Wash away the sidewalk chalk
of people in the street.
Grey skies
Pouring rain
Let not the sky fall down in vain
We're brought to life
but though it seems
Life in the rain is but a dream.
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