Rain, rain, rain,
Rain, such a small word
So meaningful,
So symbolic
Each letter a drop
Watering every fold,
Every line of the page
Breaking the drought,
Like the rain spreading on the forest floor
Keep at it, keep at it, keep at it,
It sings as it falls downs
Falling, falling, falling
Hitting the canopy with such a fervour
Flowing down the leaves
Splashing, from branch to branch
Coursing down the sculptured barks
With a satisfying swish
Before gurgling happily
Filling ditches in its reach
Lucette C. Bailliet
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