It used to be so sunny. Then it rained.
I'm not sure if it ever stopped. I'd see
The streaks grow on my window, as I strained
To look outside, but then I finally
Stopped looking, for the grey was everywhere
And I didn't need to try to see it there.
It might have stopped one day; I think it did,
Now that you mention it. How would I know?
The days are past when dusty raindrops slid
Down across the panes in my window.
Now I sit here, and all I need's inside;
I do not want to look out anymore.
There are no windows, so that I can hide
No matter what the weather has in store.
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