Interim Morn
As I awoke, one Sunday morn,
I looked to see the clouds forlorn,
They spoke to me and started to cry,
I listened carefully yet don’t know why,
They softly cried letting the raindrops fall,
Down to the sidewalk down to the wall,
Thus, still no reason I could form,
Why on Sunday do they storm?
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