June is not busting out all over. There is not enough crisp in the air to fry a potato; forget sunshine and blossoms and buds. June is bleeding out in a million gallons of beautiful silver slate sheets of endless rain.
Soggy, groggy, foggy, boggy…the emergency flood watch is sounding and it’s raining again and the lake is rising while June is leaking out all over…
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