A muggy old Tuesday
The winter comes with clouds,
To fill the sky and hide,
All hope of sunshine breaking through.
The day that started with a chill,
Has grown cooler in the shade,
And left me wanting again.
Teasing spots touch my face,
A storm is riding high above,
And soon will wash this land.
I know we need a timely rain,
To feed the flowers and nourish ground,
So come with force upon us now.
You’ll clean away the tired dust,
And fill the drains with happiness,
That all be remade as new.
Sitting here before the floods,
Has given a chance to reflect,
Just how this muggy Tuesday leaves,
And of all I wish to be.
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