Drops of a Gray Cloud

Drops of a gray cloud
Feel them run down my skin
Cold clouds cleanse me
As I stand between the fog and the freeway
I hear them roll by as it pours me
Sometimes splashing me with more
Drops from a gray cloud
So I brush the pieces of sky away
And turn to see it falling

Oh God, I don’t believe it
The sky is falling

-Copyright 2008: Carter Tachikawa

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