When it wants to rain and the Heavens rumble
The white clouds turn heavy and black
But then, this is just morning and…
A poet would hide in the cover of his book and ink
To scribble words that makes his soul glad
Now the rain brings the day some lazy thoughts
Pushing the cold to the scanty cladded
And teaching one how to sleep in day light
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