My Sneaking Tears

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How heavy fell the rain that day

From burdened clouds of mournful grey.

The torrent forced them stay their height -

Composure swayed by onerous might.

My skin wrung wet with icy chill

As mud embraced that sodden hill;

But mind of mine had elsewhere gone -

'Twas clouds abandoned I was on.

The driving drops advanced their gears

To camouflage my sneaking tears -

Whence now did swell such floods of pain

To see me melt into this rain…

On equal bearing now were we:

This rain, myself, in harmony.

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