Reminiscing
The sea is clear the clouds are white but when thunder storms come in its not a delight. When grandma comes its a huge surprise, i say lets play cards till the sun comes to a rise. One hour, two hour, the sun doesnt come come up, but eventually it does indeed rise.
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