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Rain,you this thin fat
line running through the
earth surface causing
ridges’ growth.
Thin you are tho
mighty,
Few you come but
larger works,
Feeble you look yet
flogs hardly,
Gentility smells in you though
tough.
Wet strokes running down
from a pregnant cloud,
Heavily causing havoc
juxtaposing nutrients.
Rain! Your helpfulness
yield me income,
Your helplessness
yield me losses,
Your anger sweeps
roofs,overflow homes,
send barns on errands.
I can’t predict your
envision,
I can’t tell of your
off day,
I can’t predict your
august visit,
I can’t tell of your
on day.
Rain! The husband to
fire,
The spouse to
whirlwind,
The brother to storms,
The sister to waves.
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