The angered storm clouds race across the sky,
endangering the basking sun,
in an attempt to ruin our lives,
with teardrops from the heavens,
which will flood the lands.
Causing destruction and mayhem
to everything in its path stands.
It is only when the water recedes;
that the price paid is revealed.
25 August 2007
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We have had so many tears from heaven this year, what man sows he gets back in tears from our earth so dear...