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Book 7 Page 18
The rains pouring down
The rains pouring down again
upon my window pane.
“It’s raining its pouring,”
down comes the rain.
And I’m tempted to write about the little bubbles collecting
and then they streak down the pane,
and I feel like likening them to life’s journey,
but Oh no, here I go again, playing a‘poetic game.’
I’ve done that subject before, that ‘highly reflective’ one.
I’m not gonna write about the rain,
but something different! Something original,
like the flowers and the beautiful sun.
© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au firstname.lastname@example.org 12/10/99