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The clouds, though darkening,

Gray, hold back their tears, silently

Moving, across the skies, waiting

For the right moment, the one they

Hope never comes, the one when

The deluge of angst and fear, takes

Over common sense, drowning it

It is then, and only then, they sigh

And release, the pouring of the rain


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