When it rains

jwhhobbs22

Apr 8, 2025

1 min read

Tears from heaven

Cracks of changing season

The chill of coming scarcity

Be it our warmth, our food, our love

When it rains it pours

The man or woman beside you

Holds their own smouldering fire

Which can be kicked or kindled.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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