soaking the parade
which would not be called
because the season is over
and "we" won
the rain came
making the sidewalk
glow as the dust washes off
and the red leaves beckon
mysterious
the rain came
it's still too early
for the weather head
to tell as that we should
look forward to sun
the rain came
stoking the need for hot
tea and a new book
a secret cupboard
to hide my heart in
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