The Seasonal Rain

I need you when the most common thing in life is love,

and the reason yields its product a son,

and you feel as if you were blighted by the wind,

and there is change no doubt about how you carry yourself,

She was hard bent on Christmas present that arrives,

today in the matter of rain, I partake the seasonal change,

in the temperament that is set wild for love and exclaim,

God must be in his heaven that you have come.

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