Storm again these pelting rains

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Storm again these pelting rains
   That blitz upon the surface
Of the pond, our sheltered games,
   And all the corporal purchase.

   Remember, you had wanted
Rains to drown the world without,
   To deafen what had haunted 
You in yawning lifelong doubt.

None appeared so you had joked 
   And couldn't see the reason
For the image uninvoked,
   But now it's come to season.

   Some loves survive on rations,
Thriving through the budding form;
   Some like the weather's passion,
Fleeting as the sudden storm.
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