It’s raining inside and inside that is this house in which I sit. I don’t have words for outside, the step behind my soul. I’m soaked through and through, yet clear sky and light star this stormy place.
It’s raining inside and inside that is this house in which I sit. I don’t have words for outside, the step behind my soul. I’m soaked through and through, yet clear sky and light star this stormy place.