AntonyJoseph
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Gray clouds gather overhead, soft and low,
A gentle hum begins to softly play.
The world outside slows down its hurried flow,
As silver raindrops wash the dust away.
Each quiet drop falls light upon the pane,
A soothing rhythm in a chaotic sky.
There is a sweet relief inside the rain,
A peaceful song as quiet moments pass by.
Do you find comfort when the sky turns gray?
A gentle hum begins to softly play.
The world outside slows down its hurried flow,
As silver raindrops wash the dust away.
Each quiet drop falls light upon the pane,
A soothing rhythm in a chaotic sky.
There is a sweet relief inside the rain,
A peaceful song as quiet moments pass by.
Do you find comfort when the sky turns gray?

