The clear sky was painted with hues of blue,
Tantalising with oceans of virtue.
Shimmering with vitalising light,
Giving a mesmerising sight.
But all he saw were dark clouds,
Hovering over the sky, arrogant with proud.
With no mercy, shooting him with bullets of rain.
He was in desolating pain.
And he cried,
Under the heavy rain.
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