The sun breaks through the overhanging clouds
To show itself more gloriously proud
Than it had been before, to say out loud
That it rejects the swaddlings and shrouds
Imposed on it, and that such treatment crowds
Its manifest and potent glory. Cowed,
The clouds retreat with wispy heads all bowed,
And as society demands of dowds,
Slink out of sight. The sun commands the sky,
And all is light, and iridescent blue.
Yet there are those of us who wonder too
Despite the sun's unblemished glory, why
We should not have both sun and clouds together
In a combined ideal of summer weather.
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