some days i wish it would never stop raining

the storm
swept over the
clustered apartments
cool air blowing
through the screen
between bright flashes
and low rumbles
the gentle downpour
falls in a
a discordant harmony
in odd synchronicity
with the music playing
bass pulsing
sending ripples
across red wine
over as soon as began
traffic racing
the wet roads adding
a faint buzz
in the now silent
moment as day
fades into evening
the yellow gray
slowly going full dark
the paper maches heavens
hidden above cotton clouds
as a fool stares longingly
wishing the storm
had never ended
still caught up in
the intensity of joy
in a springtime shower
as thunder rumbles
over another town

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