If the sky fills me, me music be,

If the sky
By her downpour,
Fills me thus,
me can a music be...
A music heard daylong,
A tune of a nightly song,
As drops rain still
On pools, ponds, lakes,
Filling the city for a remake,

If the sky turns so benign
me gets if all my lines,
From her, so much brimming,
Then there is no end to this screening
Of a movie, like a rainman,
Forty eight hours a nonstop plan...

If the sky
Turns wavy to the beauty
And if she thus fills me to satiety,
me can be a music daylong,
And a tune of a nightly song...


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