It's as if the sky tries to imitater her,
Her gloom,
Her sorrow,
Her confuse thoughts,
The sky starts to change,
From blue to silver wisp of grey,
The clouds seems to be her thoughts,
as it becomes drag and unfriendly,
Swirling motionless without order,
There aren't shapes or sizes to entertain young ones,
Not even the color spirits the gloomy sky,
As she cries,
The sky cries too,
It wash down everything on earth,
It showers all greens,
All flowers that bloom the ground,
And it continues when she scream,
The thunder terror like hits the earth,
So she walk under the sky and pleads,
She plead for mercy,
One last struck and she's down on the ground,
The sky stop pouring rain,
The thunder stop blasting lights,
The sky turns blue and became normal again.
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