A shadow of
What use to be a boy
Sat at a bus stop.
The buses passed
and passed
and passed.

Small clouds herded together
Dancing and darkening
Like a black magic ritual
Filling us with something
That isn't hope
But looks like it.

The sun dangled low on the
Horizon, it hadn't
Shed much light today,
But He'll forgive it
Because that's all
That he can do.

Drops poured in anger
As if the ground was it's child,
And it was time for a good
Whipping.
Like a leather belt
It hit,
It hit hard.
The ground must have
Done something
Really bad.

I walked up to the dull figure.
His skin shined a gloomy shine.
And His shoes were so soaked
That they looked like
Moss.
He said,
"Lovely weather, no?"
I said,
"No,
It's raining"
And He smiled.
 
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