My first constanza(not a great work, I guess, but yeah)Raindrops fell fast,striking the ground,Merciless cold the dark night bled,As into the vast court I tread,Staring at the grey sky spellbound,Its fury fascinated me,As did its monochrome beauty.Basketball in hand, I looked 'round,The court invited me to play,Though squally rain was in full sway...Listening to the …

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