The rain pours down uninvitingly
It rushed with the wind on its side
Hovering over enchanting hills and valleys
Covering the lakes and oceans so it seems.
It’s cold and the steamy mud turns slippery
I looked for something to cover my feet
Oh, the air comes near me
Near beneath and under earlier, still.
Is it the weather or simply me?
Who is to blame with this melancholic scene?
Is it me? or maybe not.
A fellow just came and stole my lass.
But not so fast you thief, not so
For even the night will end in light
Or the river will lie bathed in the ocean’s might
And the once loot will be at sight.
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