The sky is over drawn
As dark clouds gather,
The Sun withdraws,
It looks like a heavy downpour,
Assuming a symptom of glee,
Importing a rejoice free,
The trees shoot up high,
The flowers bloom out shy,
The heat dies down,
Allowing a cool throw,
Impounding an untold exhilaration.
Insisting a great dimension ,
Expecting the rain to descend,
Lo! the rain disappoints.
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