Swaying treetops
Pouring raindrops
The abrupt lightning
And thunder following
At a distance
Upon a fence
A lone bird posed
And sometimes dozed
A view so fine
Through the window pane
Nature, the enchantress
Soothing all stress…
Yet, traces of pain
Fouled blood and vein
Oh rain, wash it away
Wash it down the bay
The lone bird crooned
Shadows waned
A rainbow, young and gay
Lit up the sky, far away
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