I went
out
into
the
rain
soaked
ground.
Sky
awakening.
Sun
peeking
through
to
what
promised
to
be
a
glorious
day.
I
heard
B.B. King
wailing
on
Lucille.
A
voice
cried
out,
"Oh,
Lord!
Oh,
Lord!"
And
the
sun
dipped
lower
in
it's
autumnal
beauty.
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