Into the third week of rain
and there are heavy grey
curtains hanging across
my sightless window panes
Into the third week of rain
and the grass is drowning
in a watery field,
flowers are bowed in pain.
THREE WEEKS OF RAIN
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
Into the third week of rain
and there are heavy grey
curtains hanging across
my sightless window panes
Into the third week of rain
and the grass is drowning
in a watery field,
flowers are bowed in pain.