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The rain won't stop
Heavy drops
Of eager waters
Hitting the roof
Making melodies of crackling metals.

As I listen to the rough rhythms
I thought of when it will stop
The flashes of suspicious lightnings
Seem to be warning men
On how mad nature can be.

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