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Poem 4

After the rain

The sun does come out after all

It peeps from behind fluffy balls of cotton
It waits, it lingers
And I wonder does it frown or smile?
Silly mortals perhaps it contends
Just as it smoothly edges out
Stretching its arms as if in a yawn
Light rays spraying wide across

   Like opportunity and hope and more tomorrows for us silly folk.