Thursday Thrum- a swirl (haiku)

Its raining in all its glory. The dark clouds have descended down to caress the forlorn earth. A sodden haze hangs in the air that permeates into your soul. Some call it rain blues but it only seems that the weary mind is borrowing the haze to veil what it wants to forget and the sodden feel to wash out all sadness.

misty swirl
rains joy on parched souls-
lost in gloom

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