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Horizontal Rains

From the mouth of the darkened sky
That snarls and blows the rains awry
 
Air machines in maddened churning
From unholy pits of inferno’s burning
 
Curse the stillness of the contented rains
Blowing them sideways across the plains
 
To yonder parts in yonder lands
Raping villages and ocean strands
 
Mother Nature is a sweet old lady
Mostly smiling but somewhat shady
 
Sometimes an advocate of the devil’s rage
Runs like a beast from an iron cage
 
Across the waters tossing ships around
A child at play on a deep-sea playground
 
Blowing horizontal rains across the sea
Breaking loose and running free

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