Flowers lay waiting in sunlight's palest beam
a rainbow's their forever fading dream,
Night clouds covet as shadows gather near
amidst darkness stormy skies seem clear.
Breaking states of discrepancy
the wind is calm but there's no certainty,
Hear thundered echoes of distant lands
tumbled words thoughts can't comprehend.
Lay and long for dreams to bloom
awake my mind for a shower soon,
Storm's calling sings on summer winds
to quickly hush and reminisce again.
This showered dance still ends the same
no need to cry when you have the rain.
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