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The Fury Of Rainstorms

The rain drums down like red ants,
Each bouncing off my window.
The ants are in great pain
And they cry out as they hit
As if their little legs were only
Stitche don and their heads pasted.
And oh they bring to mind the grave,
So humble, so willing to be beat upon
With its awful lettering and
The body lying underneath
Without an umbrella.
Depression is boring, I think
And I would do better to make
Some soup and light up the cave.

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Poem The Fury Of Rainstorms - Anne Sexton