As I watch the Grey cloudy sky,
I am reminded of the days gone by,
Of muddy streets and puddles in the road;
Splashes, raincoats & rainbows.
Of rain drops falling in my cup of coffee
Watching dusty foliage turn into a lively green.
And yet again my memory jogs to a past beyond,
from where I hear the patter of rain drops upon
The cobblestone streets I have yet to discover.
And that warm little cottage around the bend in the corner.
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