JUST THE WEATHER

          Maybe it was just the weather, cold and rain getting to the heart, or maybe more was taking change.  A gray cloud front followed vibrant dawn that swept and took its hold raining in steady fall without the trembling force of storm: only rain—cold, melancholy, persistent—dampening day, world, and sky.

          It got to him.  He felt it into spirit and bones, and while he wished that it would leave, it held.  He knew the reason for the cold, more than the holding front—a different cold within—and like the sky, he cried. 

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