So Glad Am I, Glad Is the Sky
So Glad am I; Glad is the Sky
So glad is the sky today --
The brigades of breezy-spells
Are on loose.
The wind is witching out
Of the dry pallor,
And giving away to a 'feel'
Grinding in the Onomatapoeia.
A chill-clad nature,
Howling out to me,
And to you.
So glad is the sky
It's raining now;
It's raining hard.
At your return -
Returns the rain,
Retires the summer sun.
Glad is the sky --
Sending forth the brigades of wind-spells
To shake 'your' conscience.
I am awake, so.
Keeping my vigil;
Heard of onomatpioea;
Hailing your turn
From the open balcony,
soaked by the gust of that 'feel'.
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