Somedays it simply rains.

Down my face in streams.

Somedays it simply storms,

Warm and full of pain. 


Other days the forecast fails,

Cloud knotted up inside.

Other days there's only thunder,

Dry with frustrated wails.


But most days it's only cloudy,

A little smile shining through.

Most days it's grey inside,

And the raindrops are few. 

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