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Before it comes, the clouds meet,
Conspire and plot their
Purpose; work out their discreet
Journey through the air.
In hushed groups they hang their heads
Towards the dry skinned
Ground and a liquid finger threads
Its way through the wind.
Across dark skies water throws
Velvet children to
Cover rooftops and windows,
Of each avenue.