A Rhyme, A Round (Rain, Rain Come Again)
Rain, rain comes
then goes away
Souls swim the sky
in its damp aftermath
Green beyond green soaked
and almost glowing
From a covered porch
we wait for last lightning
Thunder heading on and up
the unsuspecting coast
Sun finds her smile
and squints upon thick air
Spirits sing a rhyme, a round
of rain, rain come again
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