The Rain,
it poured forth
like raging warriors
drenching all in its path.
Am cold now,
locked up in the furs of my blanket,
shivvering like a soldier wounded in battle.
As the rainy breeze blows,
thoughts of she feels my head,
they fly in like swarms of bees swooping in on a hive,
wondering why she isn't here.
Would prefer a warm hug to a warm fur
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