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:: Poems: Rain Storm (Philosophy)
 

Cruel drizzles act like a pinch

Drench me to the last inch

I pray, I pray for mercy

Yet they splash on me

 

I crib being stuck

And curse my luck

I try to get away

But am forced to stay

 

I see the wrath of nature

And myself a humble creature

I know now where I stand

Mere toy in nature’s hand

 

 




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