Rain
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A tender mist of water slowly falls
from clouds that gather swiftly, steadily.
The tiny drops bemuse, enchant, enthral,

dripping down so timid, dreamily.
Before too long the rain intensifies
from clouds that gather swiftly, steadily.

Their grey and black now blanketing the skies,
they pour out streams of rain, no longer shy.
Before too long the rain intensifies

and rolling thunder echoes in the sky.
Lord Vastar's rumbling laughter now resounds.
He pours out streams of rain. No longer shy,

the drops fall to the ground with whelming sound,
the rain a perfect sign of joy Divine.
Lord Vastar's rumbling laughter then resounds

another time before the storm subsides.
A tender mist of water slowly falls,
the rain a perfect sign of joy Divine.
The tiny drops bemuse, enchant, enthral.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Scarlatan, in the year 438 AF.