Maybe the sun is the enemy. Maybe the storm clouds form thick enough to protect and create a barrier from the sun. Maybe the sun is slowly drying our lives and the clouds give us moisture every opportunity they can. Maybe we rejoice at the sun when it comes as the clouds listen. Maybe the clouds get upset some times because their hard work will never be known or appreciated. Maybe they cry out loud shrieks and outbursts of rage. Maybe despite it all, they still try to save us.
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