Expected eyes opened to sky
Today tomorrow or later
Forecast is in a doubt
It must come as well as at last
Yet nothing a sign
The day seemed a gradual pregnancy
A bit gloomy and lazy
A slightly rain tended
To forget
To cheat
Today tomorrow or later
Swiftly it hailed down
As if a pretty maid
who white dressed up
It disappeared giving an illusionary image
When eyes are winked
Hey! What a change
Heart said to mind
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