THE RAINY SONNET

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Come the thunders fast,
but they come for last;
Come the lamps faster,
and they're much lighter.

All these clouds are grey,
movin' slow but... ehy!
Started just to rain,
weather is insane!

Too much water flow
until level grow,
so return to home

in your central Rome.
You don't want to wet,
this is what I bet!

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