Day 23–Purple Raincoat


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Purple Raincoat

The rain turned all the day to grey
Streaming windows washed the world away.
He stood upon the street alone
And listened to the gutters groan.

Suddenly some colour flashed on by
A sheen of purple from the corner of his eye.
He looked again to find the colour gone
Hands deep in his pockets, he walked on.

But then the colour reappeared
Rain slicked purple, foreign, queer.
He squinted for a better view
Saw pink heart buttons wet with dew.

A girl with hair as dark as night
Stared through the mist, her blue eyes bright.
She splish-slashed through puddles, the street a moat
And twirled about in her purple raincoat.

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  1. I love how this goes from gloomy to sweet. πŸ™‚

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