I think you are The afterglow of a rainy Day. You spill the Grass with icky Mud. And fungus thrives. Brightening up the dull Concrete. And the air feels Dry… MoreAfterglow
Dear rain, Ever so appalling. It’s as if the sky is crying. It must be tears of sadness. Let me in the shades Of dull and grey. Let it flow, let… MoreTears