Ting, ling, tingThe wind chime sings
My darken room
Smell faintly of dewy grass
My face behind the window grille
Is gently caressed
By a damp hand
As I watch a sky of Twenty-five Percent Grey
Punctuated by static flashes,
The thunder roll by
Ti-ti-tiDear, raining
heavily here,
n e wind v
strong. Will
b home soon
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[`10:15 PM]
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