Clear sky, the stars shining bright,
Why do I feel the storms are brewing?
Things falling in line, doesn’t feel alright,
Nothing is straight, all's skewing.
Woke up to a dazzling sun,
Why do I feel the clouds are growing?
The day would only bring me glum,
Nothing is still, all's torpedoing.
Then there was the slightest of rains,
Why do I feel a hurricane stirring?
Light drizzle that brings cheer,
Eyes no longer dry, tears flooding.
Back to clear sky, the stars shining bright,
Why a quiet calm, after the turbulent storm?
Devastation, and destruction is all around,
Till a ray of hope to survive, shines bright astound.
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