"Call it Stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad..."
The sky outside is damn near black. At best it's a steely grey.
Recently, I've been writing about being trapped between the ground and the sky, and sometimes, when the weather is like this, it does feel like it. That oppressive feeling.
"Lord, the whole round country, Lord, river has overflowed..."
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