There, rattle rumble as reptile in deep pain
Lightning thunder sparking through the curtain main
Gaily children screaming heartily in great fain
Hopping and running the windy dusty lane
Old dears limping quick with old spooky cane
Nimble peons whisk frisk to catch the parting train
Brisking folks whirl around as dog lost in sane
All tos and fros is for the due rain.
Far off peasants sweat; the foliage plain
Acclaim the pleasing moment as the lowered grain
Bleary Mr Thomas gulps coffee to a drain
Hoping downpour soothes the fret; the day's strain
Puffing my black pipe, i shut the window pane
Sank in bed soliloquising "o rain again! ".
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