cruelest month in stride, please take my hand, don't get me down, i will take you with me to the sky above, clouds like candy floss spread in sunset sets below, and we become weightless, you and i, and see the storm systems before they come to our homes, their gray gauzy fingers like silent movies from this altitude, the rain that would hang suspended if it could imagine where we are...
the cruelest showers always end up kind (and kindly end)
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