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the rain, the rain
it piss-ssistently falls
even the puddles
seem not to have walls
the streams are all gushing
and the footpaths are mushing
a pounding clatter as buckets fall
the birdies they quiver
they just hang on and shiver
the leaves have all left
the sun is bereft
the gutters are gutted
the windows are shuttered
“it’s hell out here!”
the droplets muttered

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