If it rains, it must pour
Else it ought to stay overcast,
With a touch of breeze,
But not a drop of water;
Listening to whispers
Of the fermenting grass,
And peeking through the dew
For a few musings new -
For whatever it means,
I do succumb to the peace
That softly transcends bliss,
Oh what it means to kiss ...!
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