The rain is falling resolutely
Collecting in the low places,
Washing the pollen
Away from my nose.
But I must shower this morning
And I fear the thunder
The evidence of dangers
Falling from the sky
Into my lap
From distant climes.
An unwanted present from above;
In earlier times they saw
Zeus or Thor or Jehovah
Grinning in the clouds.
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