Oh! What a cold windy night
That heralds the rain coming
Breeze sweeping the ground swiftly
Dark cloud shroud the stars from sight
But the lightening flashes across the sky
Oh! Ye the rain is quickly coming
I can hear from my room
The beating sound of the rain
Over my shelter roof
No sooner, water running along the drain
It's here really, plenty is the pour
Rolling pebbles as I peek on
From my threshold door
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