They come and they go,
here one moment, then gone the next,
summer rains, never are they predicted.
They blow in when you least expect it,
dropping buckets of rain,
and handfuls of hail.
Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles,
these summer rains, surprisingly strong.
the wind blows loudly,
it sounds like a howl.
They can come during the night,
ruining your plans for the day.
These summer rains,
so short and fierce,
one never stops to think,
why are they here?
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