Soft rain comes down on darkened park
while puddles spread from stone to stone,
the town soaked down to the bone.

Clouds roll in without a mark
gutters begin to overflow,
the afternoon a grey tableau.

Windows weep softly in the dark,
no shelter found beneath the elm,
rain and rising wind seize the helm,

Storm begins its tightening arc,
streets run black with endless streams,
the world dissolves in rainy dreams.

Morning light breaks, a bright spark,
rain has washed the world back to clean,
the freshest air that you have seen.
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Constanza

Fem (eller fler) terzetter
Åtta stavelser per rad
Första raden i varje terzett kan läsas som en egen dikt
De första raderna i varje terzett ska rimma
Andra och tredje raden i varje terzett ska rimma och ger en djupare mening till hela dikten