The Missing

You don’t feel damned between the sunrise and sunset
You’re damned well panicky, I know the rainy days
Please them or run on the turf

How do I express the rain to one that has no nerves?
Better yet, how do I know what the hell I’m talking about?

I miss Alaska.

I miss the rain.

About TxCaesar

Born in Big Spring, Texas, Raised in Alaska.
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