<u>Unfairweather Feelings</u>


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    The rain it pounds the concrete and the sky is overcast,


    Whilst all the weary and wise wait for the storm to pass


    But I am not weary and I’ve never been accused as wise


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    They do not see as I do see; so observe it through my eyes.


    The stormclouds dance across the sky; the raindrops are at play


    No stately waltz but mad cascade upon a stormy summer’s day


    The rain lies warm upon my sodden skin, already my clothes are drenched.


    Rejoice! The storm cares no so why should I? Let wind and rain wash away all sorrow.


    Let it clean the dreariness and the boredom from weary souls


    For tragedy and infamy and triumph, all shall pass, as the storm shall pass.


    But let now embrace the freedom of the storm.