You often see the rain
Birthing sympathy to your mood
But there's something
You've never understood
That every drip drop of the rain
Are drawing cheerful clowns
On the farmers face
Smiling while at the mountain top
You've asked the clouds
To cry non-stop
To fill your emotional gap
Little you've realized
That every extra drip drop
Will draw a sad ogre
On the farmers face
Grieving at their dead crops
7-13-2016
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