Tat Tata Ta Tat
Taaa Ta tat tat
The rain beats
On the tin roof
The pale gray sky
Over it all
Watches the day
Slowly pass by
As if soaked and overladen
By a damp cloak
Slowed to a plod
By waterlogged boots
And each breath a sigh
Struggling to extract oxygen
From heavy damp air.
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