Yesterday’s sky was purple
Today’s was a light red breeze
They say there’ll be grey tomorrow
A tornado to bring us to our knees

I yearn for a sky that is sunny
A small patch of blue will do
But as long as it’s bright and homely
I don’t much care what the hue

I just don’t want a sky that is angry
Its colors boiled over with rage
But it seems that way all more often
In this warmer, wetter, age.

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