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This mourning I saw it rain outside,
Nature must be crying for someone that died
Man this day is not looking to well, but I will survive.
I watch the depressing rain touch the chilled ground,
Like a weeping person converged on someone’s shoulder, bound.
A time like this everyone needs their family around.
I go outside and feel the alarming rain dropp on my dark skin,
It is an ice cold spear piercing my body making me cringe.
I do not like this morning, I wish I could start over again.
It is the afternoon and I walk outside to a sunny day,