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Words
They spill out
Like the water
Abandoning the sky

Slowly it trickles
Reflecting the storm to come

Each and every drop
Coating the surroundings
Effecting its look
Effecting their actions

The drops become denser
And multiply rapidly

And this storm forms
Making all seem gloomy
And bringing on
The indoor days

And with every storm
We know

We know the sky will clear
We know the day will beam brighter

Take your knowledge
And do not dread your storm
Foresee the brightest future
And love that

The small conversation
With these dripping words
Will build your brighter story
You'll be okay