'I make others say for me, not before but after me, what, either for want of language or want of sense, I cannot myself so well express.'
It's been rain--incessant rain, all day, all night in Maryland, and the house is leaky.
So here's a well worn snippet of Verlaine:
Il pleure dans mon cœur Comme il pleut sur la ville ; Quelle est cette langueur Qui pénètre ma maison ?
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