After the storm the puddles form
Under the corners of our roof
We can't go outside yet
We've got no place to go
And we're still cold from the drops on the windows
I don't remember what the time was
When that branch fell to the road
It seems like it's been there for years
But I've been next to the window
And the sky's been the same all day
And you sit there at the table
Like that was the last rain
You keep making awesome stuff, kid. Keep it up. I'm also starting to notice a reoccuring theme in your poems, yet, you still keep it interesting. Awesome!
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