o thy dark clouds,
covering our worries with shrouds
o thy drizzle,
that makes many romances sizzle...
o thy falling bulbs,
that lighten our spirits...
o thy fragrance,
the wet earth - an unique incense...
o thy barrage of piercing needles,
questioning our sins and thee an absolving apostle...
o thy sound,
that causes hearts to pound...
o thy flash,
in front of which our shiny prides become ash...
o thy epilogue,
that makes the sky a colorful dialogue...
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