the sky dims the clouds gather, a fine day for memories a fine day to remember. Its not always this way i think, i hope, i cling to the memories of what it was of what i had of who i was to remember who i am, where I'm going. Its not easy looking out of the window, the rolling clouds seem thicker every minute, i wonder what it wants me to remember. I see the eye in the middle of the storm, the false calm, the moment between. Oh!! there goes a clap of thunder, a flash of lightning illuminates the gloom, flash of hope, there is always a silver lining, there is always a light.
The sky clears, a moment of grey, then in between then blue, its lovely, the sun comes out, the birds begin to sing, a different sort of sound now fills the air, yes the storm is only for a moment for without it, how do i appreciate its end

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