Pressure Drop

The rain it came today
A fall in drowning mire
It drenched my mood as if
The fates somehow conspire
It’s hard and falls so straight Percussive on the roof
A hammer horror day
As if I needed proof
The rain will stop today
My mood is lighter sky
My melancholy washed
A pressure drop then high
Cambodia you take
My life and rinse it out
Alive in every sense
Of that I have no doubt

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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