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Rain ; or, Notkers Response !

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This is insane:
Mtszalka rain
Pounds down on us
In a fury...!
White and frothy it is ;
Hits the drain ;
Even now sadly its
Sweet refrain
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An E 4
(Which will not come again)
Is dwindling,
Singing slightly only :
And huge cars
Mars foul full flanking
Puddles.
*
Wow, the storm is gone!
Gods brief paragraph is done!
A neighbour clunks the metal
Protection of the stair :
A cello E
Or somewhere near !
Sun blazes.
Poet crazes.
God dazes.
Everywhere...!
*
II
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(andante)
(The rest is a surging,
swift, but sweet susurration of swept
puzzles; which is what a puddle is,
When it knocked sideways.
By post orgasmic, post-Brexit,
Post breakfast,
Ur-despair...!)
[The celebrant may now cross himself [
or anything, or anyone else ! ] at this
point!] [Then, more eloquently...]
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(But suns sleight promise ; and the
decline
of rain . . . . spreads
Hope into every sphere...far and near!)
Googles sweet madness, everywhere!
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And a h u g e contrapuntalism
Of trending punters Romaniabound,
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(That bloody traffic insane sound!)

(With their doubled up cars on trailers
sound)
By horns less sweet than the trains
Dawn clusters in C and C sharp
The Notker-borrowed
Unguent
Ear
Deceive...

Delicately

And futures sacrament

He, sweetly resting at St Gall,
Blessedly,
Intuitingly,
Fraternalizingly...
Receive...!