We rose before the dawn
in the black of the early morn
with joyful expectation
to see the night sky torn
by fiery falling stars —
a meteor shower they said
would tear across the sky,
so rose we from our bed.

Oh, but what dismay, when
obscured by cursed cloud,
the heavens yielded naught,
so back to sleep we bowed.
Then rising next at dawn,
what wondrous sight we held —
Those clouds a fiery orange,
yellow, pink and red.

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