rain is the day,
that nobody wants to see.
it slips and spits,
but never comes backs down.
it turns and tits
around thick mitts
my rain is better
everybody knows.
that is why
the celery grows! (deep)
Make no mistake,
my rain will fly (hard)
then you will see--
I have made my mark.
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