Rainfall’s pitter and patter
My mood does make sadder.
My happy sun has flown,
Behind the clouds unshown.
Hands in pockets, head bowed;
Eyes misty path a dirt dusky road.
Walk slowens mind quickens,
Drops are cold deliverance
from unfeeling life’s hardship.
A silver lining this cloud does not slip.
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