THE RAIN...
and then the winds blew
and the leaves shoke with each stroke,
the birds chipped for their kindreds,
the dears looked for the dens and caves,
the squirrels ran to their lea, as farmers gathered his herds.
coming with the fury of a hungry beast
blowing and kicking every piece in its path,
roaring load with flashing lights,
and then...it all busted with a final roar...like the fall of Nagara, or Victoria...
down it poured like the busts of the Tana.
and it flowed like with the fury of the Zambezi,
flooding the plains and valleys,
beating on the grounds and leaves
making them cry and tremble.
and the leaves shoke with each stroke,
the birds chipped for their kindreds,
the dears looked for the dens and caves,
the squirrels ran to their lea, as farmers gathered his herds.
coming with the fury of a hungry beast
blowing and kicking every piece in its path,
roaring load with flashing lights,
and then...it all busted with a final roar...like the fall of Nagara, or Victoria...
down it poured like the busts of the Tana.
and it flowed like with the fury of the Zambezi,
flooding the plains and valleys,
beating on the grounds and leaves
making them cry and tremble.
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