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What a lovely sound
rain beating down;
Steady drops play a game of chase
as across the roof they race.

Soft afghan caressing my arms,
Tranquil fire showcasing her charms,
sharing just enough warmth and light
on this cold, wet February night.

What joy can be attained
listening to the concert of Your rain.
Content to sit in perfect peace,
hopeful these moments never cease.

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