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Rain, Rain, Take Me Away
Rain drips softly, or loudly.... all night.
As the wind blows, my windows
Form a canvas for moonlight.
Now and then, the howling wind
Shakes the house tops
And the bass drops
Between the lightning strikes,
The thunder bursts
A loose, but lucid third and first.
Through the windows, or... door, I think
Lazily left laughing
At the puddles subtlely
Gathering round for the masterpiece
Blazing the scaffolding,
The stormcloud drips and licks his lips
As he prepares over treetops tense
To mezmerize his audience.
The clock chimes half past four, or... eight?
Or... whatever time I'd missed her.
But fascinated, am I alone,
By this canvas clear as crystal.
Deep diamond paint drops
March enlivened, stand and faint through heart throbs.
Then descend to battle, unrelenting
A thousand warring soldiers.
Elsewhere a virgin lover sobs
In her true love's warming shoulders.
A bottle bled its last is cast
Aside to two or twenty others.
The empty glass over floorboards passed
To rest near friends and brothers.
These waters sail from roof to rail,
"Tit, tit," quoth rain,
"Tat, tat" quoth hail.
I echo back, "Tit, tat! Tit, Tat!"
But no response is readied.
Still shouting to the wind and rain,
Won't someone come and mend my pain?
My heartbeat's race unsteadied.
- Lo Ru
