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Across the window pane / it pours and pours.
From where do you think the poet is watching the rain?
And down the wet streets/ Sail their mimic fleets.
What are the 'mimic fleets'?
Till the treacherous pool / Ingulfs them in its whirling.
Why is the pool dangerous?
Why is the rain welcome?
Which words refer to the sounds made by the rain?