The Rain's Mist

The cloudy fog was trying to catch the cloud's polished,
Sopping tears from descending to the moist concrete
As I breathed in the modern air,
The scent of cigarettes and showery-air smell teased my nose
The raindrops tumbled easily down the grass-green bushes and the young,
Blooming palm of the ruby-red roses,
As the palm trees swayed effortlessly to the music of the rain pummeling to the ground
People stayed inside for shelter,
As they cuddled their blankets and slurped their Pumpkin Spice Latte
And sipped their black tea

by Mikayla Bausley

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It can take many years and much heartache
Credable and beautiful and so healing for the heart and mind, absolute 10, Love Duncan