Keats Song.egg on Aviary.
To the parched earth there is a beauty called rain,
Despite arguments, its presence is not a mistake.
In every life, a little rain a person must take.
But with such water, one must not distain.
Of such wondrous beauty there is but not one thing to complain,
What an awe inspiring sight that one could not fake.
Rain is something that only our God could truly make.
And what would we do if of giving us this God would refrain?
How very inspiring is this source of life, rewarding to know.
Hardly is there any beauty so raw that one can find.
For the peace and calm that it can bestow,
And the joy and pleasure it can bring to your mind,
Can pick you up from where you are feeling, below.
There is no greater wonder of its kind.
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