Fighting the feeling

The skies are grey like ashes
Foggy like smoke
The clouds water the earth beastily
Washing away the green grass, the dirt- causing an erosion.
This weather is depressing
It seems never-ending
But with immense exertion, my spirit keeps fighting the feeling.

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