The rain's playlist grows long today
Kicking off with winds and white noise
A pianissimo of scattering birds
A threat a promise of dire
Consequences still in the tympani
We tremble at the music to come
This composer known
For his sweeping revelations
His out-of-body reaching
For the furthest note
The final finest drop
On which the river hangs
A blessing and a curse
The fallen music of these spheres
We bring upon ourselves
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