MH (3-22-1964 / Westwood)

The Storm

There is a overwhelming air of sadness surrounding me.
But the rain washes away my sadness.
My mind feels heavy with worries over my head.
My thoughts must be really bad.
Here comes thunder it yells at me.
Now I might cry and lightning wipes away my tears
And puts them in the clouds.

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