It is raining again:
spare drops at 3 a.m.
steady spritz at 4:30,
a cup of tea and a walk
in the raining again;
fine droplets on one still pond at 6,
an anarchy of splatters on another
by noon, fed by
the rain again;
and the water streams
into streams,
floods flooded lawns,
bubbles mud puddles,
wets webs and mists nests,
all dripping drops
till it seems to stop
but no --
it is raining again.
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