Storm of words

The sky is grey,

More white than grey,

Like a bundle of ruined newspaper,

Puddle mulched,

Each monochromatic line

A ruination of words.

Water falls from the sky

And perpendicular lines of drizzle,

Liquid punctuation,

Fall onto my face.

I pace the dampening streets,

Thoughts tilted to the heavens,

And reconcile myself

To the oncoming storm.

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