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The Falling Rain

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The pitter, the patter

the constant clatter

the drone

of the drowning rain


The birds, their banter

now silent and somber still

safe and serene


by the canter

of continuous rain


My coat uncloaked

now hooked

and hung on high

the drip

of endless drops

the dripping of the rain


The pitter, the patter

the constant splatter

of pools

and puddles of rain

pooling upon my floor


Never less to mind

what’s ever is mine

is never washed


my love, the rain

is evermore



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