The rain is here the snow is gone.

Lungs flipped upside-down,
Sway in a gentle storm.
Their Veins silhouetted,
Against Victorian sky.
Black white birds,
Swim through the clouds.
They dive in out of weed,
And grass.
Dipping toward lakes,
And colliding with the ground,
All muddy and wasted with water.
The rain is here,
The snow is gone.

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