Rain
The daylight's darkness drops again,
The wind looses its controlling brain
And the dust protest in Peaceful anger
Thunder whispers banger
Hopeless than a motioned train
A droplet of a comic tragic rain!
Humans' legs on the race,
So not to miss the trace,
As roofs struggle space of air
For roofs know not who erred
The trees forced to bow
leting green and yellow pride down,
Finally, heaven open it's doors,
As sky looses it's keys to doors
Now the earth is drowning
Like the inhabitants are sorrowing.
But we may do without rain
But not water. Is water not rain?
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