Rainfall

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They say the sky is a reflection of the ocean surface

But when it rains in tidal waves it swallows up the heavens

The holy sun aches in pain

Emblazoned flames are suffocated

By the winds and the rain

Into billows of smoke

And its ash would trace the sky

For eternity in time

Until the rain wades away

As a long forgotten day

And the sun reigns again...

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