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Rain will bring some good we hope After what this heat has caused Arid burning floors and walls Hygroscopic skin and clothes Heated heads, building malaise Parchéd tongues and spiculed throats Best a soul should be its home Not a soul should wander roads Bear in mind, still there's a threat! Plumbings fail to hold the drains. Overflowing pipes full-choked, Are no good to fight off rains. How can one ignore driveways? Levelled with knees of a stud. Puddles, pools, gutters, manholes, Stain clothes and mudguards with mud. Who would wish for either then, Boggy clouds or scorching heat? Neither seems appropriate, Dewy spew or solar treat. Summers, Winters, Autumn, Spring, None would satisfy one's hopes. Is there any way one might, Be content with what he gropes?