Rumbling, rattling sound,
My sleep takes its leave,
Vessels are arranged to receive the guest,
Bop, bop, bop,
Each drop fell,
Until the vessels were three-quarters full,
I sat with legs folded in a corner,
Wished I had the power to
control the elements of nature,
The drops receded until there were just tiny drops,
I heaved a sigh...
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