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His Beard Sodden with Beard (Clouds)

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So he shut up the North Wind in Aeolus' cave
Along with every breeze that disperses clouds
But he cut loose the South Wind, which scudded out
On dripping wings, scowling in pitch-black mist

His beard sodden with rain, his white hair
Streaming water, clouds nesting on his forehead
And dew glistening on all his feathers and robes
The flat of his hand presses low-hanging clouds

So he shut up the North Wind in Aeolus' cave
Along with every breeze that disperses clouds
But he cut loose the South Wind, which scudded out
On dripping wings, scowling in pitch-black mist

And rain crashes down from the sky then Iris
Juno's rainbowed messenger, draws up more water
To feed the lowering clouds, crops farmers prayed for
Are beaten flat, years of hard work are all blotted out

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