Ever feel like there’s a tiny cloud
That hovers over your head
And follows you wherever you go?
Yeah. Me, too.
Sometimes it’s a wispy white cloud
Casting cheerful shadows
On bright sunny days
That fill my heart with joy.
On other days it’s darker,
Grey and foreboding,
Casting doubt and uncertainty
No matter the weather outside.
Then there are those days
When storm clouds rage
Rain, thunder, lightning, oh my!
And you are cast into despair.
On days such as those
I’d really just like to have
A tiny umbrella and maybe a raincoat
To protect my waterlogged self.
But the worst days come, I feel,
When there’s no clouds at all
But your pockets are full of hail
From a multitude of yesterdays.
When you can see the sunshine
But can’t feel its warmth
And you’re shivering alone in your house,
Screams lost on the passing breeze.
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