It's raining
I can't sleep
It's 3:37 a.m. March 24, 2022
Dead are all the sheep.
The tinny pounding
Which is supposed to calm
But to me it sounds
Like a mental breakdown bomb.
But inside my skull
It keeps me awake
A stupid flaw.
As the lightening flares
And the thunder rumbles
Not as troubling as the rain
My mind stumbles.

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