Seeping coffee in the rain.

Dark day,
Hanging clouds speak.
Softly shouting,
These beads are weak.

Swiftly walking
Down the street
Not afraid
In need of no sheet

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Thunder's afraid of
These beads of tame.
While rain of fire
Sets you on flame.

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Rolling thunder 
Waiting for it to strike,
Taunting screaming,
Beads kill me they might.

But seeping coffee,
Keeping self warm,
You can't wear a hood
In your fire storm

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Thunder's afraid of
These beads of tame.
While rain of fire
Sets you on flame.

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You can't wear a hood
When it's raining inside.
It rains forever
If you don't realize.