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Rainy Day Riff
by James Dalton Byrd

The falling rain passes
on a cool, grey day.
Weeping windows keep
Winter's breath away.

Ah, my guitar strings whine
to match the north wind.
Fingers movin' slow
to make the notes bend.

So, wood and steel conspire
with the air ringing
and call up the songs
a soul loves singing.

Lady Rain gets the blame
when folks sing the blues,
but lilacs won't bloom
'til rain pays the dues.

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