Dying Clouds
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What is it about the rain
That falls from two clouds
Crashing but not into each other
Spilling droplets of water
One at a time alternating
Who loses a piece of themselves
Until all that's left is a dessert
Made from reddest of clay
As if stained by crimson
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What is it about the rain
That shocks everyone
As if lighting bolts
Were arrows wielded by Zeus
And guided to every eye
That stared for over a second
The thunder pounding in chests
Wondering if they could evade
Electricity just to ask why the rain
Ever started in the first place
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What is it about the rain
That evokes people to snatch it
Away like a ruthless thief
Ruining a sanctuary
With a box a matches
That happen to be waterproof
Like a growing grease fire
Burning in the idea
That water works are for the weak
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Crying Eyes
