Cloudy Tears

Nothing sounds as sad
And lonely as the clouds when
They pour forth their tears

Upon the bitter
Earth, a million little hurts
Beating on the ground.

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Storm clouds are a-rollin’,
Headin’ in from the west,
And the trees are a-blowin’,
Makin’ a great big mess.

The sky it is dark
And the wind it is high,
As the finger of God
Reaches down from the sky.

But soon it’s all over,
The clouds blown away
By the same wind that tore
All the trees from the clay.

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Electric Herald

Thunder and lightning
Herald the wind and the rain
On the horizon.

The storm looms large in
The distance as the wind picks
Up speed, flinging rain

With great force. The storm
Looms large in the distance as
The air crackles with

And a single jagged bolt
Lights up the darkness.

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