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The Gentle Rain

Give to me not the gentle rain
That stirs the ordinary heart
Give to me lightning that pierces the night
Like electric fingers of God;
Give to me thunder that rolls like
Timpani across the skies;
Give to me winds that bite and carve
And cut the rugged stone;
Give to me torrents of frigid rain
That bitterly sting the eyes.
Give to me not the storm as a gift,
But as a solemn warning to live.