There’s a cold rain, crashing through my mind
And the gutters overflow
Streaming,
Through the grieving afternoon

Thick roving clouds
All loom, like vicious battles,
Battering due east
Like the rolling ire of the blitz

I’ll collapse from the weight of the storm
Into pastures of ruin
Sopping, in the wind and rain
Imprisoned,
By the uprising muck

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