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The Rain

Rain pattering on a hot tin roof.
Steam drifting aloof.
Braving elements storms brew,
Leaving the tea to stew..
Fire crackles from a trickling chimney.
Sizzling away like the day abruptly .
Windows stream like widows tears,
alone in the room with all her fears.
Relentless as life it not looking like letting up
Shaking in the corner a scared little pup.
©benfish41