Rain drops on the window;

Telling you something you can't know

Like grass, the water grows.

Leaves fall, with nothing to show.

Ask, and I will say nothing.

Sing, and I will be humming.

Move, and I will be still.

Rain falls on the window,

Speaking that which you already know;

The water, like the grass; grows.

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