It rained the day you died,
a hot, fast, and lavish rain.
It's supposed to rain today,
we'll get the backhand
from the latest tropical storm:
stiff winds and furious showers.
I will tell myself when it comes
that you're speaking to me
in the rain, that you're saying
hey, it's all right, kiddo,
I'm looking out for you.
Poetry by Thomas D
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Written on 2020-08-12 at 06:24
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