End of the Rainstorm
END OF THE RAINSTORM
Bleary and menacing, crowding the sky,
The dark wet cloths of night
Filled and brimming with teary eye
Blow now as dry morning-billows white.
As I cross my bridge
They wipe clear the troubled blue void.
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