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Playing
in Puddles
(10 beat iambic pentameter)
It's quite unfair how in so short a time,
friendly weather can change to rain from shine.
On clear sunny skies and warmth galore,
frowns God - so starts a relentless downpour.
On man, on land, on trees, on seas, on grass,
the water permeates all things in path.
They say the sun will come and shine again;
but where I stand it's hard to see an end.
Outside the others seem to play in puddles,
but I can't find those things all too splendid.
I'm afraid the day will die before the rain has ended. |
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