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I look up.

I see clouds the color

of the ashes of

a funeral pyre.

Inexorable gloominess.

Right now, a mist surrounds me.

But I've had it worse.

I've lain in gutter

with the rain pouring down.

I've shivered in rags in sleet.

I tried to hide under a small tree

to protect myself from golf-sized hail.

The storm seems everywhere.

Yet, I look across and I see

what doesn't look far from

where I am.

Gold everywhere.

It dances happily on the water.

Caresses the grass while it preens.

It seems so warm and inviting.

I run eagerly, hoping to feel

the same warmth and joy

I see.

The clouds get angry, and follow me.
I put up an umbrella

and lightning strikes me!

I want to live with, nay

be a citizen!

Of that golden land.

For now, I must admire

from afar.