thunderstorm

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the gray clouds drank
too much again

now they're pouring
down over our heads

the fresh droplets mix
with my salty tears

a quick flash of yellow
light dances in the distance

crack! thunder roars,
muffling my cries

can you hear me, Mother?
i miss you again

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