Written in graduate school, about leaving the musty old Botany Building library and walking home in a glorious thunderstorm.
Listen:
Lyrics:
Friday afternoon
This wind and rain could never come too soon
As I walk home
In a summer storm
Friday afternoon
We are only part of everything we do
Friday after three
The strangest feeling came over me
As I walked home
In a summer storm
Friday after three
I will breathe the air the east wind brings to me
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