Dark cloud filling up my sky.
Why do you hesitate?
Why tease me with doubt?
I tire of the waiting.
Roll out your thunder.
Splash the horizon with light.
Don't rain a drizzle.
Bring on the downpour.
Let it wash down to drown me.
Eventually you will tire.
Run out of damp black fury.
Your hold on the sky will weaken.
And the sun will break through once more.
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