tinyA Poem by Cherrie• …… tiny swirling clouds …… are suddenly beginning to grow, filling quite quickly the valleys below; darkening gray skies can just barely stand, and the skies above look so vaguely like land. A mad dash to shelter will surely come too late, weatherman forgot to mention rain, it’s my fate. m y u m b r e l l a s too late © 2020 CherrieAuthor's Note
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