Tears drizzled softly from blue Sky
hurting from dismay, despair;
Her breeze was but a breathless sigh,
Yet no one even seemed to care.
When suddenly she thundered, roared,
Her voice was raised as if she cursed;
No more would she be so ignored,
At last, her feelings soared to burst.
Her fearful face grew pallid pale.
She rent that wretched twisted night;
with wicked winds to wound and wail,
at those who hid her sweet sonlight.
Her tears; a sign of things to come
not a sign that she'd succumb...
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