The clouds are hanging heavy and low
Like a curtain hiding the guest of the show
The star of the day – our sun and our light
Is held captive, dimming our sight
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The clouds are hanging heavy and low
Like a curtain hiding the guest of the show
The star of the day – our sun and our light
Is held captive, dimming our sight
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Rain trickles down the
Sides of the bus, commuters
Make their way to work
There is a crack in the roof
An invisible line that cannot be seen
And no-one would know, nor perhaps
No-one would care
But when it starts to rain
And the rain turns to a storm
The crack in the roof
Makes itself known
A fast approaching
Summer’s storm to wash away
The long pains of drought