Is it the dark cloud?
Or the heavy wind?
The noisy crowd?
Or the shaking trees?
The empty roads?
With running goats?
I raised my head up high
As to look to the sky
Could see the clouds merging
And the sun's darkening
Many ran for coverings
Some stood for drenching
I looked up at the rain
And it dripped in my head
It flowed into my brain
And railed as the train'
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