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The Rain
I hear leaves
drinking rain
I hear rich
leaves on top
Giving the poor
beneath
Drop after
drop;
`Tis a sweat
noise to hear
These green
leaves drinking near
And when the
Sun comes out,
After this rain
shall stop,
A wondrous
light will fill
Each dark,
round drop;
I hope the Sun
shines bright;
It will be
lovely sight.