An overcast sky almost ready to drench my soul,
I can see the drifting clouds,
I can hear the distant thunder,
At last the overcast sky has stopped fooling me,
Its mercy befalls my pitiable predicament,
It knows my parched soul could not take it anymore,
Endless months filled with monotony and a miserable emotional downpour,
Now you fly over seas yonder,
To drench me and soothe my numb senses with kindness and feeling
Defying my misery and soothing my nerves
With love and care
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