It's raining - after a week of sweltering heat, it's a God-sent. Newly sodded bermuda shall root well. It's raining cats and dogs. We sip our cups of morning coffee. It's still raining. It's raining horses and elephant.
It's a dance of the gaily rain falling on the creeks and rivers and ocean.
It's a dance of the singing wind - a torpid wind with wings on torment.
It's wind and rain; they clash and coalesce; they touch and hiss and kiss - thus they make a singing song and and dancing dance ...
Twine her sodden wisp of hair into mine
Raindrop plays its gaily to and fro
Lilac chiffon of hers I twine into mine
Raindrop plays its gaily to and fro
A pine in motion
Raindrop plays its gaily to and fro
A pain in motion
Raindrop plays its gaily to and fro
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