One Rainy Morn, by Rangr Subscribe to rss feed for Rangr

The morn full of grey,
Small birds chirp.
Water dripping down red buildings' sides,
Flowing in streams across the streets,
Gushing through the gutters,
Filling up the streets.
With a thunder, the downpour.
Sweet smell of earth.
Posted: 2009-05-30 15:33:08 UTC

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