Hidden by clouds and causing dismay
I wonder why of all the places it chooses
My yard where the tomatoes are drying
They were such red, of late; expensive too
I rushed out and tried to salvage a few
Half of it has been drenched by rain
My future pizza is probably writhing in pain
I am assured by me, of this being short
A squirt here, a splash there, won't hurt
Why then does it even perchance hither
Why doesn't it bother the trees that wither
I seek no rain, for it doesn't hold my eye
I have even seen it rain on the highest tide
This is not an ocean that it seeks to fill
Let the clouds go and sit up on some hill
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