Seeing
a cloudy rock
in
the sky one day,
my
heart began to
dangle
with gay.
I
pleased and took a sigh,
Hope
for rain was too high.
I
sang - "come o rain come o rain",
Comfort
and relief so that we gain.
“Not
a cloud a mimic he is,
not
showers, playing a trick”.
Said
earth that was chinked,
smiled and her eyes blinked.
smiled and her eyes blinked.
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