A Lie from On High [Lyric Poem]

All day long, clouds hung low
(pretending rains would come)
but never did winds blow --
and no rain came, therefrom.

"Oh, duplicitous sky,
why have you lied to me?"
It offered its reply,
"What grand audacity!

"You left your umbrella home.
So, what else could I do?
But close the azure dome,
and some respect accrue!"

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