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Drops of rain.

They rush into the house,

There’s shelter.

I huddle in my nest.

The unforgiving wind blows.

Drops begin.

One, then another.

Rain falls.

They have a roof.

The leaves above have parted, swaying left and right.

Lucky my feathers are sleek.

The water slides off them as they hit.

I have my roof.

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