There is a cloud above our heads.
Most of the time.
Sometimes, a small white fluff,
at times, a big pewter monstrosity
and occasionally a clear blue moon.
Today, there are more clouds than ever.
Not because they are getting bigger,
but more because they are teaming up.
Small grey clouds amassing into one supernova:
A black canvas sky.
Sooner than later, it rains.
Some announce it as a carwash,
others scramble and grumble.
There is a strange heavy lightness to the air.
But eventually, the clouds have gone away.
And we miss it.
~HYS
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