Nothing
Crows were croaking in the sky
Rain was going to pour
And the wind was blowing high
Through the bedroom door
So what now? I asked the wind
Nothing, he replied
Nothing what? I faintly grinned
And the clouds cried
Thunder shook my window pane
I turned up my head
Splashes of torrential rain
Flew onto my bed
I kept lying on my back
Watching the skylight
As it changed from grey to black
With the hints of white..
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