I prayed for sunshine
The wind brought rain
Like pesky little kids
Sliding from my crown
To my sole and further down
Rinsing with it
My remaining
Patience and optimism
“Wonderful” saith the thunder
As the sun grew dim
And the tree died laughing
Of the gag show before him
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