My poetry is a bit... rough, but it's fun to write, so here's one dedicated to this very odd weather.
The sun slurps the ocean of milk
Poured over the hidden bed of green pastures
A drowned scarf
Beside a soggy pack of cigarettes
Only a few sips remain
Grey puddles
Invite rain boots and giggles
A January spring
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