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Dreams of Rain

Photo Credit: climatecommission.angrygoats.net

I dream of rain
Every single day
Upon seeing the sun's first ray
Upon seeing the skies cloudy and grey

I dream of rain
and scream the same
People funnily whisper my name
I endure brickbats and shame

I dream of rain
Through smiles of pain
I've penned and paen
But all in vain

And still I dream of rain
There's nothing to lose, only gain
While some may think I'm insane
The drought shall end, breaking the jinxed chain

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