Looking down at the city
Through the rainstorm
I don't see
What I did before
Dark clouds hang over me
Raindrops fall on my glasses
The wind snaps branches of trees
Mud dirties the grasses
See swifts glide through the sky
Snatching fleeing bugs
The sun trying to breaks through darkness, rises high
Light and dark, sharing a hug?
The ground is wet
Worms come out
Robins will follow I bet
And young plants will sprout
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