The clouds grey
Ask me,
Do you miss the sun?
Do you fear the dark?
But I see the silver
Below the sun
I await the rainbow
After the storm,
And I have an umbrella
To weather it all,
I am anxious
For the beating dripping drops
To play like drums
Upon my roof,
I am waiting
For the lightning
And the thunder
Loud fireworks
That put on
A show,
The clouds grey
Will leave,
And I will see
The gold; after
The silver lining
Has run out...
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