The blue rain came.
The sky spit and spat.
Raindrops drizzled
right in the middle
of a sun-shiny day.
The rain continued;
it kept coming –
as if God left
the faucet running –
and said “screw it;
learn to swim or
learn to grow
gills or fins.”
The blue rain sang
and said: “hello” –
before washing away
another bad day.

Sublime! 👍🖤
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Thanks😌
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You’re welcome.
Loved this one 🖤
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Love this! ❤
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Thanks 💧😌🥶
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Brilliant.
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Thanks!
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Great poem
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Thank you 😏
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