Oh how I rain, the monsoon said
I rain because I can
I rain as though a cloud had bled
Upon the head of man
The 'soon' is mine (or 'mon') in French
I'm here and here to stay
I'd go, but it would be a wrench
When I can stay and play
I know you wait upon the sun
Who, somewhere else is bound
But he is making his home run
and soon, he'll me confound
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