Last Cloud

Last cloud of the gale,
Floating through the sky,
Shadowing the day - with no avail,
Floating up there - so high.
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Not long ago you blocked the heavens above,
And an output of thunder - the mighty sound,
And the terrible lightening - so dangerous, so rough,
And the refreshing rain fed the ground.
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But it's time for you to go,
The ground is soaked, the gale is gone.
And the wind, playfully, without letting know
Clearing you from the sky - for a new dawn.