In summers it's angry, as it appears red, hot and grumpy, but it also turns pink before sun goes of to flirt and be blushy, embarrassed for what it did in the whole day; When sad, it becomes dense and black, even cry out rain, when it can't take anymore or tolerate; It's depressed, when it's hiding behind the dark clouds, with no downpour or even a movement of wind; When it's frustrated it bursts out as thunder and lightning, but never forgets an apology with a clear sky next morning; Though it's shallow above there, but we know how much love, care and lives, it gives us, down here; And how it protects it's beloved ones from externals, though the same people hurt it in many different ways; Even the moon and stars leave it alone during frost, which is it's most difficult times, but it stays strong and await the next morning's ray of hope; It makes sure to hide it's pain, bruises and tears, of the past night behi
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