Look out of the window.
The nature seems to have turned into a mirror of my mind.
The clouds have taken over the sky.
They are like the disturbing thoughts of my mind,
Want to burst out in pain.
As it gets a shape of a thundering storm,
The downpour is not just rain, my dear,
But, my tears.
It may cool down the earth,
Not sure, if my mind.
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