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The rain is the sky's way of crying. It's dying in sorrow, tired of acting sunshiny and blue everyday. The sky is lonely, wanting to escape. Dying to escape. The thunder is the sky's way of yelling. It's angry, tired of being peaceful all the time, tired of bright clouds. The sky is mad, wanting to escape. Dying to escape. The ongoing snow storms is the sky's way of holding a grudge. It doesn't want to give into the blue skys. It wants to be as cold as possible and for as long as possible. The sky is frustrated, wanting to escape. Dying to escape. |