i miss the summer clouds when they're gone. they have personality, flair, anger during a thunderstorm. they hold the heat in down on earth, and are oppressive up in the mountains, pooling on winding roads. 

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they're just an accumulation of water droplets. how can i love an accumulation of water droplets? 

the same way i love a person, or a dog, or a home. 

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it's okay we don't cry we love the southern sky 

it's okay we don't cry we love the southern sky 

it's okay we don't cry we love the southern sky 

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