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Drizzle… Makes people so quiet, Yet whispers itself A small pause in people’s life Yet a start for life itself Storm… Hopeless to resist alone Seems it’s the end of the world, Is it just a natural cycle that can be explained Or a clueless misery to be washed off from the clouds Rain… Every drop of despair that ends with hope So different from us Yet we depend on it
Gift from the Sky
