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Rain

The cold glass against your face,
As you press against the windowpane,
To watch the rain fall.
Outside, the ground is cold and wet
The crisp branches bounce
As the rain weighs their bark down
And the glistening leaves
Cry water droplets
Onto the muddy earth.



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