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Inevitable Rain

The sun rose,
so I followed,
the sky, warm and welcoming,
before the clouds came.
The clouds always come,
and I am always surprised,
as if the sunrise cannot ever be a signal of something other than brightness.

The sun rose,
and I responded, with my usual enthusiasm and blind optimism,
running around myself to escape the inevitable rain,
but just like the clouds,
it found me.

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