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It makes me very angry

that you think fit to hate me.

Your storms come and go

with such predictability,

That I am always ready

as your dark clouds envelop me.

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I am tired of being rained on.

I want to feel the warmth of the sun;

And the drying touch of the wind

On my living heart.

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I want to live under clear blue skies.

See sights to gladden my eyes.

I want to skip and run in a green meadow;

Chasing and dodging my own shadow.

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I have had enough of your rain.

I am so cold in your ice and snow.

I want to crack through the pain;

And go, and go, and go.