A thought is returning
It's not very dark in appearance
But the mood it gives off is gloomy nonetheless
And it ventures closer and closer
like an ever growing tide
Eating away the sand little by litte
And when the drought rises
And the water level falls
it seems that all is vanquished
All is calm
all is at peace
That the gloom can no longer invade
foreign territory
But then the rain comes
relentless in its own endevours
It has no knowledge of the ocean beneath
But the ocean knows of the rain
For it has been waiting for the storms to come
Because then the rise begins
And what little remains of earth
has no choice but to succumb to its wrath

The End

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