• How it pours, pours, pours,
    In a never-ending sheet!
    How it drives beneath the doors!
    How it soaks the passer's feet!
    How it rattles on the shutter!
    How it rumples up the lawn!
    How 'twill sigh, and moan, and mutter,
    From darkness until dawn.

    Rossiter Johnson (1902). “Morning Lights and Evening Shadows”
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