Aiming for rain I sat for hours
April did not bring the showers
As I was pleading the sky for moisture
All I saw was flakes of snow that felt like torture
Amy came and sang in glee
Awkwardly I looked and made my plea
Are you really happy to see the snow
Achingly I left her you know
Again I looked way up in the sky
Awaiting for the clouds, I sigh!
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