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Initial drops fall fast
from a coming rain,
a precursor from nature
that moistens gravel to grain

Without cue,
showers arrive,
affecting everything
that lives to be alive

During periods of downpour
a natural symphony ensues,
as the wind sets a tempo,
rhythmic beads belt the blues

Such an onset halts stillness
from pacing the night,
splashing subtle and erratic,
until a new morning light

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