Tigard, ORA shower in the morning
Will clean the streets and walkways.
A shower in the gleaming,
will follow warm lightning always.
But a shower in the night,
will break your compass of direction
It changes your world,
Freezes your garden,
And takes away protection.
It puts out the lights in the sky,
Blankets blind the moon and stars.
The only peaceful place to be,
is in the prison of your home or car.
The garden is lost,
in this endless bog of lightless gloom.
This evening rain took my picture of flowers.
And turned it into a picture of doom.
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