Rain Song
Drip, drip, drip—
The rain falls,
Dotting the pavement
With an abstract design.
Buckets of water
Pour from the heavens,
Soaking the waiting grass
And quenching the thirsty earth.
Spit, spat, spit, spat—
The clouds offer
One final farewell
Before falling silent once again.
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