Under the Grey dome of June sky
Alone.
Met Office and his
jaded soul
had yesterday
proclaimed -
Depression.
But then
The shining blade of
the rain drenched grass
Green and youthful
Beautiful and proud
oblivious to all around
Something
struck him with wonder
and
Embarrassed,
and embraced by
happy melancholia
he sang a
Rain song
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