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Winter Rain
HILLSIDE POEMS
WINTER RAIN
It is sad, this rain
Drip-dripping in the night
Monotonously
Into the snow;
Dripping from the corners of the house
And the ends of black twigs
All night long without change.
Rain, rain soft-fingered,
Lifting up the white snow, '
Uncovering the clay beneath;
Rain, soft,
Almost unwilling-
The fingers of an old woman
Who cannot resist
Slipping downstairs in the night
To the front room,
And lifting the sheet for a last look
At what it conceals.