The rain came thick
Clanking
In a dismal grey light
Waiting
A dove rests miserable
Hiding
Head and all in feathers warmth
Watching
Here, and again up and down
Fitting
Today, mood and mild despair
Flying
Unexpectedly leaving the perch
Admitting
This is no storm yet not a place
Lingering around
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