Drip, drip, drip
By day and night
Literature is full of rain
Offering spring showers
In a fervid light
Every era creating
Its own kind of downpour
Flooding its former ken
And giving rise
To a modern savior
A character finding shelter
In his hurricane
Unexpectedly
Forging this beautiful disaster
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