In the Arboretum,
a cloud sat on the bridge,
coda to a morning
shower. The day turned
hot but the promise
of rain stayed, waiting
for some signal,
indecipherable for all
but it, but obviously
there, this is a well
-crafted comeback
it’s been making.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
😦 Maybe it’s just a shower. Maybe it’ll rain somewhere else. Maybe it isn’t your cloud but someone else’s. Maybe it won’t rain at all. But keep a brolly handy just in case…
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It’s raining now! But I’ll leave this as August instead of changing it to September… still living in the past
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