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STORM CLOUDS
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EXISTENTIAL SATORI
the
storm clouds
overhead
threaten our peace
discarded wrappers
and ragged plastic bags
gyrating in summer wind
a few wet sprinkles plummeting
darkness descends on this dreary day
Sunshine Come-Back
Eventually. ~S~
of course, then it's too hot
of course, then it's too hot when the sun comes out