Pouring
It is never gentle
when the rains come
The streets are awash
with the torrents of water
The autumn leaves that found
temporary homes by the curbs
washed away, into the gutters
Old things appear new
lost things are found
The old man must be snoring
it's not just raining, it's pouring
Yes, that was my piece for today. It's not really obvious but again, I wrote this piece based on this week's episode of Smallville. It's about how when one girl comes into your life, you can expect another one as well and then a big mess is made and it seems to have come out of nowhere. I feel like my life has always been dry or it's been pouring... nothing really in between. I've put my umbrella away for the year. Peace out.
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