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Could this, perchance, be how it rains?
Not within the clouds, but far above
A whispering sound, harmonic strains
Against the coo of the mourning dove
A river wide, flanked by verdant hills
Trees and fronds lay still in the breeze
In the distant, the calls of the whippoorwills
Telling tales, as assuredly, they tease
For they know the secret, hidden so well
When the banks of the river do sigh
Water pours down from a heavenly cell
Tis how rain really falls from the sky
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 