Hey Gloom, how are your grey clouds keeping?
Hope you would visit soon, soothing the parched earth.
Flying endlessly in one vast sky,
floating amongst the heavens,
I stand a tiny spec; do you see me?
Running against the wind, I smile
As the sun hides; you surround me from above
I've longed to hear the low rumble of your voice
You've been absent too long;
The weather of my dreams.
Do you see me? Will you come for me?
Or is it a mirage I see before me?
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