Anticipation
the rain that freely poured from the clouds
awaited the end of their fall
but just as they hoped to hit the pavement
they were forced back into the clouds
suffocated amongst thousands of other
raindrops that wished to be falling
and the once thought of companion
their friend the cloud
turned grey that rain-scented night
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