The two of us climbed the hill
In mutiny against the sky.
"Come down from your high perch," I yelled,
"And give us a fair fight!"
Then you started grabbing at the clouds,
And laughing, I did the same.
Then there was a flash of light,
And it began to rain.
We looked at each other in disbelief,
And sprinted down the hill.
All the way home we laughed at our defeat,
Our desire for mutiny quelled.
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