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Why does the rain
Sound human sometimes,
Whispering, talking, murmuring,
As it falls softly onto the
rooftops.
glistening drops roll down the
window
Sound like pebbles gently
falling
Drops like metal onto the
drainpipe
Talks to the wind
Knows everything,
Blusters its way through the
town
Sometimes I think the rain. . .
is human.
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