Rain is falling
Deluge calling
Pipes are gushing
Birds are trembling
Their wings vibrating
Lo! A thunder
Lightnings blunder
Shades of trees
In lightning trembling
Bird wings tremble
Chill is heavy
Like a torture
Round the houses
Mists are falling
round the houses
Rats are heading
Through the waters
For their holes
And the stars?
They're weakly shining
And the moon be dimmed declining
And the thunders strikes again.
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