We’re home, and it’s raining.
Vacation sun hidden
Blue skies masked by grey
I didn’t ask you to say
anything. I waited.
Too late.
We’re home, and it’s raining.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Super.. I like the mood of this one
Thanks, Rajiv.
Time to take off shoes, put on slippers- and write more poetry! 🙂
or the essay I’m supposed to be finishing tonight!