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When it rains and rains

the sodden sheep look up.

The day, once blue, greys

like a darkening veil has been

thrown across Sol. The stars.

Where are the traveling stars?

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When it rains in overflowing

buckets, life and what life made

collides. Noah knew. Go away,

the nursery rhyme exclaimed

precipitously.

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More clocks will never solve

this monumental engagement.

Nature wears a self-made

sundial. Umbrelluaed, we peek

beyond sealed glass, getting ready

to risk being crack-flash bathed

by a too fast countdown.

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When it rains it pours felines

and canines. Boots are uncrated.

The sidewalk is swiftly eaten

by the street that was eaten by 

an effusive shift in moisture's

diffusions. Osmotic actions

overhead contemplate when

the deluge and asks how much

spillage? An angered atmosphere

flashes answer.

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Lady A

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