It rained,
Rained lightly the previous night.
The next day I could feel it in the air
And could easily see the sight.
The clouds opened to the sunshine
And the rays came down as stairs
I think they were calling me up
Signalling something was wrong in the air.
It was weird.
A very weird and lazy day.
The gates to heaven opened for me
And I missed
the last chance to go there.
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Thoughts
PoetryProse and poetry~ Because that is somehow the necessity of life after fiction.
