The heavy storms of April reflecting the solemn desolation of today
A vanishing raindrop as it glistens in the deep puddle of uncertainty
How beautiful it is to imagine the storm if only for a moment as a nightmare of dark clouds
Although to remember the subtle sounds of blissful raindrops as memories of tranquility resurfaces from within dark shadows
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