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You’re
It
Says
Rain
To
Roofs
To
Streets
To
Heads
To
Umbrellas
To
Leaves
And
Fields
A
Gentle
Tap
Tap
Tap
A
Peck
On
Cheeks
On
Nose
On
Rose
A
Gift
From
Sky
To
Earth
A
Note
To
Stay
At
Home
And
Share
Tea
And
Tales
With
Friends
Or
Furniture
Just
Hear
Clean
Rim
Shots
From
Drops
On
Sills
That
Pool
In
Sweet
Gobs
Of
Soft
Mirrors
Reflect
Rewind
Trips
Of
Water
Fall
Up
Back
In
To
Clouds
That
Crowd
Over
Towns
Like
Herds
Of
Buffalo
In
Committee
Meetings
TO
Elect
The
Sun
And
Adjourn
With
A
Nap
As
Precipitation
Predicates
Taps
All
Taps
All
Short
Tall
Raps
In
Slants
Down
Walls
Like
A
Kiss
A
Wish
Like
Transparent
Strips
Of
Cool
Shiny
Miniature
Bliss