A special light
Soft, creeping into every shadow
A strange light
Sometimes after a storm
Tonight before
The wind from the North
Blue skies overhead
Black rolling clouds behind us
The wind, fresh
Almost cold
We walk home
Feeling the damp energy in the air
In minutes it is dusk
The special light is gone
Now we hope for rain
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