Rain, as you fall
hitting the ground,
you stir memories
of Lakota around
to the epicenter
of thoughts to be found.
She loved you, you know.
You made her puppy eyes
sparkle with delight;
expel joyful cries,
stuck out her tongue
looked to the skies.
By: Amber R. Dulaney
Funny, it is raining in here and I can’t stop wondering, is the sky crying? Is it getting rid of emotional impurities like we do?
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