Watery watery little drop

tumbling down upon the dock

the wind has been for you a strain

as you drift and glisten in songs of rain,

and tears of longing when the light has gone

away from the heavenly cloud

pouring down in a torrent of buckets

to the hustle and bustling crowd.

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