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Feb 2015
Enveloped in a haze of sullen clouds
Woebegone is the sky as it laments
Rain falls to ground in an aqueous shroud  
Pooling its bleak anguish on the cement

All that is living drowns in the sorrow
Fearing long hours of the cold and despair
Hoping for warmth of a new tomorrow
No more melancholy could we ever bear

We mourn the sun's imminent exodus  
As rain fall begins its sojourn of woe  
And the joy of the sun's warmth leaves from us  
To us the onus of grief it bestows

But with rain's end comes the tender sunlight
Ending the bemoaning war and sorrow's fight.
Zach Hanlon
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