broken clouds
just doesn't know
how to heal itself
what should i do
besides put
this big round
polyester over
my head
we have enough
soaking our yard
flowing on the farm
dancing in the lake
dripping on my pants
seeping into my boots
i think it's time for you
to go where you're needed
where kids want to play
rivers want to show off
dams wants to reeve turbines
crops want to grow
house and cars wants a shower
and of course come back later
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