A Quote by Hans Christian von Baeyer
Information gently but relentlessly drizzles down on us in an invisible, impalpable electric rain.
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Let us glide adown thy stream
Gently,-as we sometimes glide
Through a quiet dream!
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Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sellp-song on our roof at night-
And I love the rain.
