The rain! The rain! It cometh forth!
Let us strip down and frolic in merriment and nakedness.
We shall play as never before as the dews of heaven cleanse the earth and our playthings.
When the rain causeth us to slip, our rumps shall redden and display bits of earth. But we shall not care, for we are free!
But when we get cold, returneth we shall to mother who bestows upon us warm towels and puckered lips. Ah, sweet rain, how it sets our souls awing.
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