Quarrel
It's going to rain.
The sun was hidden.
He is not here.
Even a shadow went away.
My mood like the weather.
Anger is on its way.
I have to cover the shutters,
or go dancing in the rain.
The choice is obvious .
No more black clouds.
It's going to rain.
I do not care.
You are here.
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