a poem about the weather outside.

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Grey Skies making me blue.

Sitting alone. Typing patiently.
Words collide. Thoughts collude.

Standing up. Stretching hastily.
Turning now. Joints popping.

Walking slow. Towards the hall.
I hear a patter. The window calls.

Looking now. Grey sky looms.
Buildings melting. Slugs slithering.

Rain falls. Buildings melt.
Slugs slither. I’m falling down.

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it’s interesting no one responded to this back in october.

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Too many slugs. And that acid rain must be fierce if it can melt buildings… :wink:

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yeah that’s what the NW in the US is like though, every time it rains the damn slugs come out.

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ACK! rain is my abosolute favourite!!
beautiful!