IT’S RAINING

It was on a day like this
That you turned and walked away.
Now it’s raining once again,
Like it did that dreadful day.

The rain was pouring down
When you went away from me.
Now it’s raining and I’m recalling
Those painful memories.

The clouds were dark and gray.
They blotted out the skies.
Now once again it’s raining,
But the clouds are in my eyes.

March 19, 1979

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