POEM: Instantaneous Change of Fortune

The muddy cotton clouds
that shouted threats of rain -
packed in shouldering crowds,
oh, will they, won't they drain?

I blinked and they had ripped,
growing a gap of blue.
How quickly fates were flipped,
and sun was shining through.

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