The twilight storm has approached, cooling the air
Earthy smells encroach my senses to despair
I wrap up warm under shelter
I feel the dampness of this eventide
I see the mass of clouds mounting up high
Grey bubbles bubbling up and up
A distant rainbow appears
As I notice the colors it goes
Then rain comes down in dewy blows like tender tears
How I love this eventide
How I love its climate
How I’d love to play with God’s template for it
Bleary eventide
You are beautiful to me
Perhaps one day you’ll come and let me go with thee?
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