It was one of those days
One of those days that make you write poetry
It rained, of course, but not for long
Not long enough to make it romantic
Not short enough to be trifling
A summer rain
Here and gone again
The whim of the wind
And the announcement went out across
The empty train station
A call for more than just a train
A journey
Of places to be discovered
Battles to be fought
Friends to meet
It may have been an ordinary day
On the surface
But a look at the sky
And the game was up
A day for dreams
Changes
Making things work the way they are
If only met at all
Even ill by moonlight
Something
Anything
happen.
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