Like any other morning,
It was cold,
Soon as the sun rose,
You could feel the warmth.
It changed to sunny,
In the midst of the day,
Due to the heat,
Runneth your chest a sweat.
'A self-proclaimed meteorologist,'
I could predict the rain,
Nimbus cloud conquered the clear sky,
And it rained heavy and sporadically.
Sheltered from it,
I yearned to get bedraggled,
Joyful it feels,
But comes with sickness.
©cptkahil
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