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Real Rain - Jan. 23, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jan 23
  • 1 min read

morning sun peeked

before clouds swallowed

leaving a gray blanket sky

 

if you can count raindrops

can you call that rain?

 

if there’s the smattering

of a gloomy feeling

is that yet a feeling?

 

you might see me walking

this morning, head down

 

saying HI

with clouds in my voice,

 

looking inside to see

if it’s going to rain

 
 
 

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