How are they supposed to live?
One second,
pure bliss.
Never could it get any better,
they say.
Starry night skies and
beautiful flowers,
carefully adorned with
stunning butterflies.

Yet a storm comes raging,
one moment is it spring and the next
it is winter.
Winter but
storms.
Loud thunder and
rain pitter pattering on the window.

How can they live like this?
Every second, every decision
having to so intensely change the weather.

This is their fault, is it not?
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