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The rain, it is pouring like water from the sky. And the clouds, they are like these huge areas of condensed air over our hair. The streets are wet and the plants are still green even though they are very soggy. Some flowers retain their color even though the part of my world that’s not the ground is grey. Drops are a part of rain. But once they hit the ground they go splat. And so little ponds are created. And this, ladies, is what I call anti-poetry. I have just patented anti-poetry. Guess I’m a bit moody today Thank you for listening!

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