A cloudy, clumsy sky weeps drops of rain,
while tender plants bow beneath the strain.
Flowers cry in silent, fading hues,
as dampness spreads what no one views.
The seasons stumble, uncertain and wild,
no longer gentle, no longer mild.
Climate whiplash twists the day—
sun and storm exchange their sway.
In sudden shifts, growth shivers with fear;
roots cling tighter as change draws near.
Yet life endures through wind and shower,
holding hope in each fragile flower. 🌱🌧️
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