The fitful alternations of the rain,
When the chill wind, languid as with pain
Of its own heavy moisture, here and there
Drives through the gray and beamless atmosphere
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Comments1Shelley's words always weave a vivid, atmospheric image in my mind. There's a melancholic, yet mesmerizing beauty in his depiction of nature's elements.