Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

I am the clouds

I am the cloud.
Spewing raindrops,
Passing out thunder
And lightening.
Darkening days
And killing blooms
To better fit
The attitude of winter.
Once spring flits by,
I slit my wrists of rainclouds
And spew growth
All over the land,
Turning my darkness in hope.
I let the flowers heal,
The trees open up to breathe,
And I peel back the tainted
So the blue sky can see.


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I am the clouds

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