an ode to rain
here is how it goes
Ode To Rain
Rain, Rain. Art thou a faint memory?
Nay I say.
Rain, Rain. Thoust returnest to me to feel me with compassion.
Oh why doest thou wait so long to return to my life?
E'ry night I sit outsid-eth my chambers to await thine loving embrace.
O whilst thou come again and not keep me waiting?
Aye.
I loveth thee.
Thine refreshing drops bring SALVATION to mine angered, bewhilst lips and arms
Your looks bringeth me to my knees in sorrow that I can not look-eth like thee.
OH YES. Thou are beautiful.
Amen.
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