1.
Magnanimous rain, desired of farmers, today
Come forth and be thou the bane of tennis courts,
Demolish the tender grain and clog the pores
Of the glimmering clay, inducing love
To another play.
But the rain is held in the heavens and will not descend.
The clay, its pink grains, are trampled by his enviable limbs,
How deliciously they submit to the cruelty of him;
Wanting him for themselves, the selfish clay
Accepts no rain today.
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