The rain beat down relentless
Drumming hard upon my head
Splashing up From cobbles dark and dank and dead
It makes me feel so lonely
The people rushing by
Heads down and not responsive
Wishing for blue sky
All dream of cosy firesides
Of tea and buttered toast
Their clothes they lay a steaming
As dry they feel at last
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