Just a short bit about rain
EvilToasterElf
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The rain in Binghamton
scours the leaves from frosted branches.
The colored fingers of oaks and spruce
like aging grandmothers
cling a month too long to Autumn
and remain outside until the sky
is bleached winter gray.
The rain in Binghamton
scatters the clusters of stray cats
and the faded fur mixed with dirt
that makes almost black and almost orange
The rain in Binghamton
breaks through the spotted holes of rooftops
and fills the dents in curling linoleum with puddles,
like an army encampment
fills slim valleys before battle.
scours the leaves from frosted branches.
The colored fingers of oaks and spruce
like aging grandmothers
cling a month too long to Autumn
and remain outside until the sky
is bleached winter gray.
The rain in Binghamton
scatters the clusters of stray cats
and the faded fur mixed with dirt
that makes almost black and almost orange
The rain in Binghamton
breaks through the spotted holes of rooftops
and fills the dents in curling linoleum with puddles,
like an army encampment
fills slim valleys before battle.
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