The Sky
The Sky is thirsty because of the Sun
Always hurling up water, great amount from the unlimited Sea
Letting it go, blown afar, west
afar, south
afar, east or north
In form of rain
In form of rain
Graciously a release
From cloud formations
As much as the winds, as far as it blows
Is the distribution fair?
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