The weather broke. Beyond the window pane
Drops scattered like a thousand tiny paws
Of field mice seeking shelter from the rain
The water glittered down like polished grain
The deluge, like a brook in springtime's thaws
Beating the rhythm of a wild refrain
New rivulets went rippling down each lane
And byway, without let, hindrance or pause
The shaggy fir shook lochans from its mane
And when the hallowed sun appeared again
(For after storm, comes peace in nature's laws)
It seemed the flowers were cleansed of every stain
Birds sang. An ancient cat unsheathed its claws
And farting, drew a fishbone from its jaws
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