Rain.
Large gouts of rain.
Spouting, souting rain.
Pouring, roaring, rain.
Looking outside my window, I see
A magnolia tree bent by
Rain.
Bowed double,
Limbs in trouble,
Soaked in rain.
Looking outside my window, I see
A shallow lake of puddled
Rain.
A future birdbath,
A path for Peter,
And where I will soon walk...
Without an umbrella!
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