Used to hate the thunder
When it rains everyday
It's not safe to fly
Now that it's drought
I crave it
The sound of the thunder
No more 'the rain is coming'
It's safe to fly
But i'm barely alive
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PoetryMood : Can i play with you? Swing : Sure. Me : Why just play when we can have a party? Mood : * looking at swing * Swing : * looking at mood * Both : Yes!! Me : 😈
