The Rain
Pitter-patter, raindrops,
Falling from the sky;
Here is my umbrella
To keep me safe and dry!
When the rain is over,
And the sun begins to glow,
Little flowers start to bud,
And grow, and grow, and grow!
-Anonymous
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1 comment:
Very appropriate choice for today's poem.
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