A phone call from a higher plane
a local call or a dream was it?
A little laughter and moments awry
long talks and a short storry.
The bus, the wait, the coffee brew
An awesome smile that sees me through
Thundering monsoons on a yellow blanket
exotic locales on an unplanned junket
Long days and longer nights
sounds, the Silent Valley and amazing sights
Life is pretty when it pours
Washes away all your sours
Menacing grays or inviting blues
I will give both their due
Blues dont last and neither does gray
Sunshine, Rain... nothing stays
So why worry about a sky that's gray
It holds the promise of sun and hay
For its not life without some sun
and without some rain it is no fun
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