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RAIN by ALICE M. FERGUSON

First Line: FICKLE RAIN!
Last Line: OF FICKLE RAIN.
Subject(s): RAIN;
Fickle rain!
Today it taps upon my window sill
A merry tattoo;
Tomorrow it will be a gloomy refrain.
Today it brightens flowers
And drenches all with diamond drops.
Tomorrow it will be dismal
And leave a drooped decadence when it stops
As though even the plants are wearied
By the sad, relentless beat
That calls to mind
A funeral march on dancing feet.

Today it brings a smile --
Tomorrow it may breathe of pain;
I cannot fathom all the moods
Of fickle rain.



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