No Power In The Verse Can Stop Me NaPoWriMo 2025

Rain mists lightly through the trees
Big drops fall delicately from ochre leaves
Above these intrepid souls 
Daring greatly 
Stubborn to a T 
Determined to live a life so far out of reach 
For now 
Just for now 
Seeing how the other half spend a wet April Sunday 
Bathed in delight 
At 38 degrees