Rain and Whisky by Shane Huey
It is raining
and I am listening to Jazz Noir
The heavy rain comes down
the whisky spills into my glass
The sky is dark
the dram tints the crystal amber
Rain and whisky
soothe the dry places parched by drought
It is no longer raining
I am still listening to Jazz Noir and I feel it
The whisky pours into my glass
I drink it again and I feel it too
Shane Huey (editor) writes from his home in America's most ancient city. When he is not working, he can often be found on top of a mountain in Colorado or seated on his favorite barstool in Key West.
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