Clouds drift by as the storm departs
But one cloud is abandoned
Left behind you could say
It might be alone, but it knows it's job
It crackles and thunders
Being joyful and hazardous
But after a while the storm calms down
Calms down until there's nothing but rain
Just a sprinkle really
That falls off its face like a tear
It may be crying because of the damage it has done
Or because it lived happily
Either way it's done it's purpose
And although it doesn't like it
It knows what's right and fades away
Yet it never realized that it made a rainbow through all that rain
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Serendipity and Sorrow
PoetryI. Just poems that I have written. Consists of sad, happy, and anything kind of poems to help you! Was "A Dream Within This Nightmare"
