The Jagged Mr. Fletcher

The rain was hard but too short.
I miss the rain. Just like in Seattle.

If these clouds and the thumping storm mean another chance to mourn and to lament, please bring me my moon, at least I know that the crescent looks good on the black canvas of the night.


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