Heaven's cloudburst streaming down,
With every critter suddenly gone
I sip tea in this ghost town.
Wondering when this rain will stop—
My eyes half-blurred from years of pain
Looking outside this coffee shop,
A fresh brew from life’s murky stain.
Wash away this perspective
O how I pray!
Changing my once defective
Heart, as light moves gray away.
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