The rain is about to fall.
I see the dark clouds coming.
All gloomy and fluffy,
as i look from my office.
Sank my teeth into lunch
and a sip on my drink.
Still partially unfilled
and kept me thinking.
Of a lady,
who is always,
without a trace,
voided of news.
All I knew,
is probably
she's beneath the same sky,
on which i see the clouds flew.
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