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We all know rain: Brown branches dripping, Streaming warm on the sky, Convulsively heaving, Shaking its wet rivulets Through shuddering eyes; Steaming lay you and I Knowing the rain, Each sheltering beneath Each, And more afraid to be dry; Clutched gasping To catch our breath Under torrents of grey clouds I say "It rains because it must rain" And sigh And wet inside We lay grasping. One ray collapses, Shining on our mist. |