Summer Rain

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Rain is coming,
The concert ends
Frogs stop croaking,
From ‘round the stream’s bend
Clouds come cloaking,
The brilliant summer sky
Bee’s cease their thrumming,
And bird song dies
Dragonflies stop humming,
Daylight starts to wane
All await a new song,
A song of summer rain





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