Whene'er it rains, it comes and pours;
comfort he finds in dampened floors,
wide open windows, roofs all wet,
to allow in his ways be set
to live a life contained indoors.
Denied so, he awake ignores
soft sunsets he in dreams explores,
For hard defined is one's regret—
whene'er it rains.
Of memories he keeps harsh stores,
hurts 'neath a sun he still adores;
His hopes outside he does sublet,
but here he eases a little yet
whene'er it rains.
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