Dark grey clouds

Swallowed up the sun

In their eternal mischief

Drops began to fall.

I lay on the grass

And closed my eyes,

I lay in the rain

And dreamt of summer.

The scorching summers of my youth

The lingering scent of mangoes

The blue skies and bright clouds

And entoptic white dots.

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