Pulling the angry clouds across the sky
To shield it with their covering embrace
Until the day itself begins to die.
The moon, adopting its more senior's ways,
Seizes the clouds and makes them hide it too;
Continuing the day's oppressive haze
Until the morning rises with the dew.
And as that water floats up towards the sun
The clouds release their tears in sympathy
Lashing the ground with rain which, once begun,
Offers no end to its eternity.
So day and night are unifiedly wet
Because the sun in shyness took a pet.
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