Grey Rain

Grey rain is falling

Pouring down upon my shoulders

Not a single sound

Just a sense of a storm to come

Flickers of distant bolts and the clap of it's voice

Caution me to what's to become

Steam rises at my feet

And the temps fall

I call to you ol man winter

Be soft as you pass this way

This body can feel your prescence

Grey rain pouring down

My shoulders wet

I get so lost

My mind sleepy

I'm begging you

leave this place

There's the doorway

Call in spring to follow you

I am complete

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