English sky as blue as a robin's egg,
empty of all cloud from north to south
from east to west.
And yet it still manages to rain,
pouring down and down and down,
an unstoppable deluge.
These are all the tears
of all the gods, of all the cultures
ever known.
Collecting in the gulleys and gutters
they wait to drown
our mortal dreams.
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