The candy clouds are weeping;
Rain comes pouring down
Thunder rolls over the valley
Bringing darkness all around
The once colorful sky
Filled with purples, pinks, and blues
Are now smoky clouds of grey
From this eternal monsoon
The candy clouds are weeping;
So with them I will cry
And take shelter from the storm
Beneath the ancient pine
Aug 23, 2024
Aug 23, 2024 at 9:30 PM UTC
The candy clouds are weeping;
Rain comes pouring down
Thunder rolls over the valley
Bringing darkness all around
The once colorful sky
Filled with purples, pinks, and blues
Are now smoky clouds of grey
From this eternal monsoon
The candy clouds are weeping;
So with them I will cry
And take shelter from the storm
Beneath the ancient pine
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