I was sitting in class this afternoon and I made the mistake of looking out the window behind the tutor's head. The hills were completely swathed in fog and the rain was falling just hard enough to be heard on the roof...needless to say my concentration was shot. so I made the most of a sorry situation, and this is what came out.
The rain is falling
soft and steady
stilling all my haste.
My thoughts rise up
with the clouds in the valley
their object far, far away.
They wend their way
along the coasts, seeking
the sea - sad, dark, and low.
A cry, sharp and clear,
longing and freedom
personified in a single sound,
brings me back to the valley.
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