For days the clouds have hovered
mutinous and petulant threatening
to rain but barely managing a drizzle.
The sun would sneak up in the end.
It’s been cloudy with a chance of rain
for so long that its not even funny.
Yet today, it did rain until the last
smirk of sunlight was wiped off the
sky. Every forgotten umbrella was
remembered and rued. Confused
blades of grass that did not know
if to stay green or turn brown drank
their fill. In a few hours the memories
of cheery cerulean have lapsed to gray.
crossings as in traversals, contradictions, counterpoints of the heart though often not..
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