Earth angel by Hannah Thomas
the clouds are breaking, gentle rain splashes
on my cheeks and i feel damp yet fresh
beneath this, the streets are muddy, puddles brown
and gritty like the shitty place where pigs hang out.
my ear th angel shows me shelter under the only
tree in the street where the angels come to meet
great retreat, and my record that is playing in the
background is on repeat for eternity

Original pen & ink drawing inspired by the poem written by Hannah Thomas.

I scanned the image then adjusted the levels in Adobe Photoshop.

Final artwork placement with poem.