The Rain - Poem

The darkened clouds,
They peep across the shadows.

The colors of the night,
Guzzle from the waterfall.

It was with a feverish gaze,
That the sun set.

Good day they said,
Further from it was the whole day.

Flooding the thoughts,
Was the actions of the beast.

Ripping through the forest,
It swept the region.

The last time of celebration,
Was marked into the bark.

Every seventh night,
Was to be celebrated.

A feast that ran,
For many nights.

It was at the end that they called out,
For an evening to spent in the rain.

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