Rain
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A cloudy sky with streaks of grey
dims down the faint light of the sun.
And sprinkles soon sully the day,
forestalling any chance of fun.
A pelting sound;
pommels the ground.
Showers morph into a drenching
as water floods gutters and streets.
Quenching thirsts, in need of quenching;
a deluge of drops, falls in sheets.
Though rain isn't bad;
it makes me sad.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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