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The Rainy Day
Th cloud looked like airy anvils drifting under the gleaming disc of the sun, Suddenly it became churlish and kraken-cruel, The ansty swollen tar-black and large cloud began to roar in a fearsome way, The summer solstice had ushered in the rainy season. Great gouts of water were coughed out, And it thunked here and there, People walking on the streets ran for cover, Making different colours of umbrellas to cram the horizon. A tinkling sound came to people's ears, As the first pearls of rain dropped onto the the rooftops. The sound was like the glassy clinking of a champagne flute, lilting and clear, Again, a fierce and tumultuous thunder rattled the air, with frequent lightening ravaging untimed. It teemed down in a biblical deluge, flooding the street's sewage and roads, The sea, that gleamed still, like a myriad-petaled rose, The sun, like a great dragon, couldn't writhe in gold. I'm cold to numbness while the farmers are smiling.
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