It rained this early morn’.
It cased me to ponder for-
Thought I, as I watched the sky;
Might these be tears from on high?
Thought I further too.
Are they shed, for me, or you?
Some for joy; yet others pain?
‘Twas a most peculiar rain.
It evoked such ponderous thoughts,
Such as rain hath rarely wrought.
‘Tis int’resting the thoughts I brew;
But alas, the rain is through.
Author notes
a tad cliche perhaps but oh well
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