The sun couldn’t show up
Illuminating the land
With its glimmering beams.
The sky, only greeted by clouds,
Has brought about the same hope
And quietness was cherished
Rather than sadness.
Just some clouds reacted
Letting a few tears fall.
Yet, those purified the land
And the latter felt relaxed
As if it were by the sun blessed!
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