A Kinder Sky

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One minute rain, another minute hail,

then sunlight breaks, then wild winds sail.

The seasons dance like clowns in the sky,

changing their masks as the hours pass by.

Buds on the ground tremble in fear,

confused by the moods that keep drawing near.

Roots grow weak, exhausted by the game—

tired of the chaos, tired of the same.

I looked at nature and softly said:

“I wished for rain to wash my patio clean,

to carry away the dust unseen.

I wished for gentle drops to make my plants smile

through the tireless heat that burns all the while.

But today you are harsh in every way—

hailstones falling, cold winds that stay.

My bushes are fading, struggling to survive;

they only need rain and sunlight to thrive.

When my plants flourish, my heart does too.

So promise me this, sky so blue:

let the buds grow without fear or pain.

Seasons may change, but not all at once again.

Let tomorrow arrive with a kinder sign—

only soft rain and warm sunshine.