On a rainy day in the city:
by E.V. Gentry

    Raindrops like jewels, lingering
    clinging to the windows
    Of buses, houses, stubbornly peeking
    from the dreary out into the in.

    Bleakness that permeates through the walls, like a leak.

    The sky,  a grey carpet of clouds
    hanging lower than usual, inducing
    Group claustrophobia, irritability,
    sadness, under the limited sky.

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