I want to sit around writing odes to the weather and how I love it for chasing away the oppressive heat that has been around lately, but as tempting as that is, I have a thesis that is long overdue (thank you my kind and tolerant and extremely supportive supervisors) as well as assignments and exams to study for.
I think I did once write a poem for the rain in my (distant) youth which somehow ran along the lines of
[pertaining raindrops]
They fall down
To the ground.
As you can see, Tennyson and Wordsworth I am not (incidentally, Wordsworth is such an aptonym. Simply lovely). The poem was also much longer, but I don’t remember the rest of it.
I leave you instead with a random google image of raindrops. Because I can.
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