the clouds are dark and gray,
heavy with all the rain it keeps
as it slowly moves away,
even with the short life it will live,
everything will be unexpected,
you won't know it rained so hard
until you find yourself devastated,
howling winds will start to blow,
it will knock down trees in the path,
and you'll see it through the window,
you can do nothing but to look
as you stay inside your house,
hearing the heavy and harsh raindrops,
coming from the dark gray clouds,
and in the morning you'll find no trace of her,
you'll notice the skies are now blue and clear
like nothing disastrous has happened during the night,
because she has decided to finally disappear.
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