Song of the Buoyant Spirits (Rev. #3)

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Rev. #3: Song of the Buoyant Spirits

Crying with joy,
buoyant spirits thrive; laughter rings out,
loud exclamations of freedom and victory
reverberate from sky to ground.
Crowned in cumulonimbus, the mosaic of earth is cleansed,
rinsed, bathed,
swathed by the clouds.
Oust, for a day, the parching sun!
Thunderstorms are gifts, you see:
rejuvenation for all canopied by the sky.

Rev. #2: Blessing in Disguise

Crying tears of joy,
noise of booming laughter and cheers ring out,
loud roars of freedom and victory
reverberating from sky to ground.
Round and revolving, the mosaic of earth is cleansed,
rinsed, bathed,
swathed by the clouds.
Oust, for a day, the parching sun!
Thunderstorms are gifts, you see:
rejuvenation for all canopied by the sky.

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Rev. #1: To An Underappreciated Gift

Crying tears of joy,
noise of booming laughter and cheers ring out,
loud roars of freedom and victory
reverberating from sky to ground.
Round and revolving, the mosaic of Earth is cleansed,
rinsed, bathed,
swathed by the entrails of the clouds.
Oust, for a day, the parching sun!
Thunderstorms are gifts, you see:
rejuvenation, so palpable, that cascades from the sky.



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*Original*

On a Gloomy Day (title in question)

Crying tears of joy,
noise of booming laughter and cheers ring out,
loud roars of freedom and victory
reverberating from sky to ground.
Round and revolving, the mosaic of Earth is cleansed,
rinsed, bathed,
swathed by the entrails of the clouds.
Oust, for a day, the parching sun!
Thunderstorms are gifts, you see:
rejuvenation at the hands of the stormy sky.