Piling Clouds
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Wind blowing my hair wildly, clouds black and menacing,
approaching from the south.
Whiling away the moments until rain starts pouring down
upon earth.
Forgetting passive thoughts for a while, seeing the
beauty of clouds pile atop one another.
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