There’s something of my disquiet in the endless drizzle, then shower, then drizzle, then shower, through which the day’s sorrow uselessly pours itself out over the earth. It rains and keeps raining. My soul is damp from hearing it. So much rain, my flesh is watery.
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It rains and keeps raining. My soul is damp from hearing it.
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