it was a rainy afternoon
the evening of the rapture
at a small town cafe
the storm came down on us
rain fell by the bucketfuls
as we sat and sipped tea at the last supper
when the heavens parted
we pioneers took flight
and walked under the double rainbow
promenaded down the lane
and saw our reflections in the fresh waters
as the sun dried our tears
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