The sky is crying, putting a dampness on my page.
I can barely write with the weather's new profound rage.
The wind is drying out my eyes
and pushing tears on my face.
Looking up
I yell with contempt,
"I won't cry as well".
Lightning strikes profusely
A quick reaction in response.
I have no choice but to remain.
Dwelling in the skies sadness.
Sadness of my own won't manifest today.
Rain drops fell from my eyes only to sympathize with the pain.
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