<br><br><center>*Whenever it rains you will think of her.*
― Neil Gaiman</center>



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<br><br><center>A familiar scent
Of perfume
In the room

<br>Unoccupied
Vacant…
Not even a plant
Relieves
The gloom

A little tea shoppe
In a narrow
Back lane...
A jangling bell
Gave me away

And a Presence
Asks
If there is 
Some mistake,

Some reason, or whim 
Why I ventured in

And of course
There isn’t…

I didn’t intend
To come today
But found myself
Escaping rain—

That’s all,
It’s perfectly plain…
no other reason
than fall
and rainy season…

And a memory
I can’t escape,
And a part of me
I can’t evade

*Damn, Damn, Damn!*

...

Well, it’s haunting me
And I hope you’re glad;
You got back
Some of yours at last

And I’m wondering
If you ever strayed
Off the beaten path
As I did today,
And I wonder
What you'd say…

That the weather gods
Held sway?

You were borne
On the wind
Like swirling leaves
And ended here

Not looking for me.

*Really?*

Or perhaps
you were hoping
Fate in its way
Might bring us together
Some rainy day.</center>


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