The rain drums on the tin roof
Sounds like wildabeast
With sore aching hooves
But rain is a master piece
The sun is not shining bright
Sun is on vacation
Not shedding its brilliant light
Because rain wont leave its station
The gold peaks through misrable clouds
Sun gleams on glistening trees
No more thunder booming aloud
But rain is a master piece.
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