The grey sky turns bright
The dark clouds wander elsewhere
splashes no longer fight
the scent of soil gets severe
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After Rain
The grey sky turns bright
The dark clouds wander elsewhere
splashes no longer fight
the scent of soil gets severe
The trees are waffing aside
the leaves fly out of sight
In the daydream I glide
returning to the light
Creaky windows I stare at
Cracked floor I stand on
Water trickles down to the mat
The day keeps moving on