January 18, 2011
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Gray cotton candy floats in the sky.
Thunder claps it's coarse, gnarled hands.
The ball of fire flees in fear;
Hiding behind the pregnant clouds.

One by one, the tears fall in a slow motion.
Almost silent, barely there.

The clouds give birth to raindrops,
They fall to the earth in droplets.
Louder and louder the thunder claps
Faster and faster the droplets fall.
Bolts of lightning flash in a charcoal sky.

The rain is falling down tonight.

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