It's a cold afternoon,
Where shard-like droplets descend,
As though a shower head held above,
The sky pours uncontrolled.
The leaves quiver and waver,
Against a strong casted wind.
The trees sway in pure bliss
To be drowning in its drink.
The sky rumbles low,
Nothing quite the scare,
It grays despite the Sun,
Pouring everywhere.
The road, rough and long,
Darkens into a darker shade of black,
The sky continues to pour,
While the blue turns into gray.
-LovableConundrum
°○°○1:30pm°○°○25/12/2018°○°○
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