December rains (up)on someone else's holiday
and strangely enough, I enjoy it
it entrances me, the light sounds upon the deck
tapping at the windows
alighting upon the roof
this is someone else's holiday
and December is not my month
nor my season
Let it rain
drown someone else's sadness
flood someone else's mirth
December rains lend the night a mistyness
a rheumy film 'bout every light
the sound is like soft silence
being smothered by wet kiss
...and I love it, so
8:53p, d359y16
thom Wolfox sR Rhose
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