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I like the way music

sounds

when the sky is gray.

I like the way rain

kisses

tree branches

when the sky is gray.

I like the way god’s fingers

pick

the blue apart

when the sky is gray.

I like the way this man

speaks

on sin and peace

when the sky is gray.

I like the way rain

like mold

covers the street noise

when the sky is gray.

I like the way I think

about faith

roll it around my mouth

between the teeth

when the sky is gray.

I like the way house sparrows

talk

when the sky is gray.

I don’t think I’ve ever

been as happy

as I am now

feeling rain down my back

watching sparrows

shake under a

gray sky.