A Beauteous Shower

As when it start to pour ,

It seems to wash away.

Grit, grime and goar

From all that out in open lay

Rain drops;one,two and four

Nature heightened and gay

In such a beauteous hour

Am I the only one feeling this way

Who walks in rain with faces sour

What worries prevail their day

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