Cloud formations flowing across the sky, black, gray
and white, sun being hidden behind them, doing it's
best to push it's way through.
Not being very successful because rain clouds are
insisting on staying in front, pouring rain upon this
earth, soaking it with needed nourishment from above.
Wind doing it's best to blow clouds on their way, but
they're not cooperating, wanting to be independent,
dropping buckets of rain upon those of us who are caught
in it's fury.
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