Gray swirls
surrounds ominously
green leaves stand out against grayish hue
of clouds
hard bench of hut
spiciness of rice permeates senses
blue eyes begin to smile
one
drop
then
a
n
o
t
h
e
r
fall
slowly
bit
by bit
thunder crescendos
rain pours
blue eyes sparkle
our laughter echoes in the wind
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