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Months From Rain

Snow falls quietly
In the darkness of my mind
Occupying the shadows
Clouding my head,
Constricting my heart
I find myself missing
The white noise of rain
Pattering on the skylights, and
The fresh, earthy smell
Of the grass in the spring,
But I am stuck in February...
Months from rain.



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