If I had no place else to go while yet the rain is pouring down,
If I had naught else still to do but watch the clear horizon drown,
Then I would sit here all the hour in the shade of sturdy beam,
Then I would watch the lightning flash and hear the thunder in my dream.
If I could stay so still that only howling gale would know my place,
And use the ever-failing light to watch the dark clouds swiftly race,
Then I would know what little time I had, when all is said and done,
To see the storm clouds roll way, and raise my hands to catch the sun.
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