I love the rain. Even a drizzle seems
A pure delight at times. But make it warm?
Not hot - the rain's not scalding in my dreams -
But warm enough that when it is the norm
I will not freeze to death or catch a cold.
I'd rather see a sunny sky than that,
Though in the main, I will admit, I hold
A sundrenched sky's uninteresting and flat
Compared to rainclouds out on the horizon,
Grey as Athena's eyes, and puffed with rain
As high as head upon a Heffeweizen,
Ready to in an instant moment drain
Their lovely waters on the earth below.
O, on warm day, let all the raindrops flow.
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