January Rain
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Juan Olivarez
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There's a misty rain outside,
So inside my room I hide.
Looking out my window pane,
At the January rain.
Trees like spectres raise their limbs,
As the sunlight slowly dims.
As the northern wind tears their leaves,
And my heart for summer grieves.
1/13/11 Alton Texas
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