Rain

I wake

and world is delicate grey

and it seems to cry.

I take a breath

the first of the day

and I

can smell the rain.

And my darling

I am back with you

in that little café

on 5th street

I smell the rain

and oh my darling

with the rain

I’m back with you.

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