The raindrops prance against my windowpane,
as the dismal clouds gather above my head.
How intrinsic that it should storm today,
as my peaceful feeling has left me astray.
I listen to the thunder roll in the distance, I wonder does my tempest withdraw with it?
As I sit in my commodious solitude,
I'm complaisant with the reflections in my head.
As I try to accredit my thoughts diligently into writing,
I bring pen down to my reputable paper.
The sun peeks out as the rain subsides,
a bird calls his concordant greeting.
And in concordance with the bird's song,
flow my words of poetry with competence.
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