(also done in may... man i am behind...)
When the sky cries
we call it rain
it has a sad story
to tell
of times past
and heaven and hell
above all
it watches
the observer, alone
wishing only
to partake
in the world below
so much help
it could bring
if only beyond
weather
it could effect
everything
millennia pass
the clouds lament
drops shaken
make their sorrowful
decent
when the sky cries
we call it rain
it has a sad story
to tell
of times past
and heaven and hell
~K
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