It rains.
It rains a sweat.
It rains canines and felines.
It rains buttercups and teaspoons.
It rains a lick.
It rains a promise.
It rains rivers, lakes and oceans.
It rains a mountain.
It rains a forest.
It rains macaus and monkeys.
It rains a rot.
It rains a depression.
It rains workboots and witchdoctors.
It rains sheets.
It rains pillows.
It rains meetings and schedules.
It rains a temptation.
It rains a salvation.
It rains mold and feathers.
It rains rice.
It rains apples.
It rains pitchforks and mice.
It rains blueprints.
It rains purchase orders.
It rains hammers and nails.
It rains an eternity.
It rains a death.
It rains dingbats and dinghies.
It rains Life.
It rains apocalypse.
It rains ruin and rum.
It rains Shakespeare; it rains eliot.
It rains ten times before breakfast.
It rains a question.
It rains an opera.
It rains hot afternoons.
It rains the Universe on a platter.
It rains a lightness; it rains a darkness.
It rains murder and mayhem.
It rains a plot.
It rains an idiom.
It rains metaphors and soliloquies.
It rains another roadside attraction.
It rains a horror.
It rains renewal.
It rains mushrooms and magpies.
It rains drums.
It rains pipes.
It rains banjos and banjir.
It rains like there's no tomorrow.
It rains hard.
It rains soft.
It rains.
