I fought to push the sleep away,
and long beneath the sheet I lay.
At last, I rose to start the day,
and then the rain came down.
The kettle in the kitchen sighed
all pensive for what would betide.
I sipped my tea all bleary eyed
as still the rain came down.
I turned the pages to the sound
of liquid bullets coming down,
and watched my garden slowly drown
as loud the rain came down.
And though I want so much to stay,
that tyrant time pulls me away.
I step out bold to meet the fray
as still the rain comes down.
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