As I look up to the sky
The cloud’s face seems darkened
Is it engorged with sadness or joy?
Suddenly! It winks brightly at me
Then starts sobbing, pouring endless tears
Causing roofs to follow suit
As some vomit unendingly into buckets
The Air becomes conditioned
As the environment silently sneezes
Sprinkling cold globules on me
Chilly the feeling, tingly the caress
Tears of such adumbration
Many my friends divide in likeness
In its time, sheds tears at choice
That’s much I know
Better, may be from you.
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