grayish clouds almost kissing my face
showers start with, with pulsing outburst
synonymous to congregation i've been
put my palms together ask for reschedule
it stop for moment so i pack my bags
i was about ten miles away when i saw
clouds lifting up and clearing whole sky
then calmness came, raising temperature
i have to remove my windbreaker, i sweat
humidity rises, ball slow down on flight
sun poke its face through opening to joy
i was swinging my club better than before
(042311)
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