The rain only dropped on the brim of my hat,
avoiding my glasses,
and keeping my gaze clear to see
the clouds rolling over my head.
Casting the road,
in a beautiful grey.
That one brought old memories.
Those old grays and blues.
I’ve told you about them before.
Lying in the grass,
my jacket getting wet,
from it all.
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Micah Mabey
