Rain

 Each storm-soaked rose has a fair, bright eye.
 And this is the voice of the stone-cold sky:
 "Just the boys keep their cheeks dry.
 Just the boys fear in pride to cry.
 Men thank God for tears.
 Lone with the thoughts of their dead.
 Lone with lost years."

                                -- Vach Linds
                                   (done by Rob Z.)

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