Blow these clouds away
I heard their precipitation is
Predicated on how the climate
Can stray
I control my own
Even the beyond
Where atmospheres meet my soul
When it rains, I reflect colors beautiful
Bring a hurricane
It’s what I’m used to when I write
It’s how I progress
When the depths give way
And my shovel is chiseled
To inscribe and dig out a maze
Where the following
Is leading a path that infuses the daily
confuses
Unless the clue can bring back
And let me poster with thumb tacks

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No need to get my mental status cold stressin