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Symphony
The sky is grey, the clouds are low
And has the wind begun to blow?
It is too much to hope for rain.
Will we ever have it again?
The grass is straw, the flowers dead.
We see the sun, react with dread.
The drooping leaves of bush and tree
Tell a sad tale, for history.
Every morning we search the sky
We try to see if rain is nigh...
Did I just hear a plink?
'Twas just a wish, I do now think.
Wait a minute! Hang on a sec!
I hear more plinks upon my deck!
A symphony of rain now plays.
Oh bliss, oh joy! It's happy days!
