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it describes the similarity between rain and the sneaking tears....... |
| How heavy fell the rain that day From burdened clouds of mournful grey. The torrent forced them stay their height - Composure swayed by onerous might. My skin wrung wet with icy chill As mud embraced that sodden hill. But mind of mine had elsewhere gone - 'Twas clouds abandoned I was on. The driving drops advanced their gears To camouflage my sneaking tears - Whence now did swell such floods of pain To see me melt into this rain… On equal bearing now were we: This rain; myself, in harmony. |