The clouds have come right down to the ground,
enveloping me
It is not raining, but I can feel the
water particles
brushing against my skin with their
cold, damp touch
Vernon Wade is a poet, author and freelancer. He has been published in The Gorge Literary Journal, Dualsport Rider Magazine, Hack’d Magazine, The Sidecarist, ROB Magazine and The Hood River News.
The world fills him with wonder. When he looks at the sky he is lifted into flights of fancy, when he stares at the earth he is drawn beneath its surface. He is delighted to find the macrocosm and the microcosm equally mesmerizing.
The clouds have come right down to the ground,
enveloping me
It is not raining, but I can feel the
water particles
brushing against my skin with their
cold, damp touch
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