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In honor of Florida's Rainy Season |
| Almost here, Air runs cold, And sweet tastings sneak into the day As though a god sent scent to pave the way for rain. A sauntering, rhythmic score, A tapping on the roof. Amidst the downpour At-heart children dance the time away. All days that, in the sky’s endless sea, Are colored grey by rain clouds As if a misplaced photograph of old, Are good enough for me. |