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And Then The Rain
The corn is ripe.
The geese are flying.
Grey clouds promise
They'll be crying.

Yes the rains will come,
Cold October rains.
They'll bring along
Frosty winds again.

'In the good old summertime,'
We used to sing that song.
Summer arrived, and in a flash
She was gone.

Lady Spring took her time.
She two-stepped down the lane,
Bringing pastel blossoms
And then the rain.

Autumn scattered gold coins.
She seemed hurried this year.
Has she made a deal with Old Man Winter?
His icy breath is very near.

Yes, the corn is ripe
And waiting for the harvest once again.
Another season here and gone
Before October's rain...

By Mariannajo

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