Across a cringing sky
Rain patters on rough sidewalks
Outlining creases with running water
Thunder rolls, rainfalls, lightning cracks
The birds fly silhouetted against a gray and black
Their calls echo in a valley, a tribute
To sorrow and loneliness weaving with the rain.
The call goes shrill, mournful
As the gulls wait for morning
They call why? Why? At the
Bitter sky that makes it echo back
The daylight comes, the storm moves on
Leaving the birds screaming in agony
That is what I see in your eyes.
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