2009-04-25

I Smell The Rain

It taints the breeze from a cloud away
It darkens the skies and dulls the day
Submerges earth into an ethereal trance
The skies are spun into a violent dance

It breaks the blue and soothes the sun
It falls the world into a stun
The early breath of morning's wake
Brings the hues the solemn clouds forsake

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