Sure as the light so delicate and never so blindly sublime,
Move us about this marshland with spirit,
And squelching something so promising,
It's a kind of sweet surprise,
To regard of that sudden sound,
Of the many falling impressions,
Upon that pale umber liquid body below,
Wavelets so alive and many dancing riffles collide,
They spill into one another sequentially and display,
We love the sound of the rains with quiet rhythmical contact,
Again, the watery world and yet the minuscule Splashes,
For pitter-patter...pitter-patter...wonderful wavelets merge and fade back and fill this slough with hope.
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