I pressed my face against the window,
Strings of rain drops stinging the window pane,
All that I see there wiped out by the water.
I turn to the other window, where
Dark clouds take gigantic forms,
Threaten to break down the pane.
I wipe my tears away,
Push open all windows wide,
And sunshine rushes into all windows.
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