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The clouds do darken, the rain does drop I wonder when its going to stop. The pitter-patter of rain does fall Against my windows, against my wall. The wind does blow, the rain does lash Against my house's pebbledash. The sounds of never-ending rain Gurgling down pipes into the drain. Cars make splashes on wet streets, Drops on puddles make them meet In rivulets of rain, rushing onwards Till the rain and wind abate, And the sun comes out to dissipate The water back to heaven To fall as rain again at seven.
Copyright © Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 26 October 2003
Jonathan Goldman also known as JGthepoet
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