The rain still keeps on falling.
It falls in a steady rush.
It’s been three days, already.
And the snow has turned to slush.
Then a car races by in front of you
And a waterfall subsides
Leaving in its wake a drowned out rat
That runs on home and hides.
Smell of humid clothing hangs
About the room so warm.
The evening shadows dance on them
And change their very form.
Then, in the morn, when all is still
And sun awakens your eyes,
You realize that it is done!
The clouds have stopped their cries!
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