Silver Lining
The sky is rumbling loud,
Grey are the looming clouds,
Across the heavens are flashing lights,
Illuminating the moonless night,
Through the lights and sound,
I can see the stars, heaven bound,
It may take some finding,
But they call it a silver lining.
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