L-et the rain disappear,
Y-earn to see the sunrise;
K-iss the storm good-bye,
A-nd open up your eyes.
M-orning has just broken,
A-s you rise from slumber;
R-ays above are shining,
T-wenty-fifth day November.
I-nclement clime is gone,
Z-enith just cannot hide;
A-llow the beacon to smile,
N-o more rain
O-utside.
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