Drip,
Drop,
Plinkety plop,
The droplets bless the ground,
As the wind gently blows,
It makes an eerie sound,
The dry leaves first lift, than fall,
To make room for the new,
The birds, they sing a pleasant song,
Of flowers touched by dew,
The rain it falls in glassy drops,
Each precious more than pearls,
The animals start to hide away,
The robin, hare and squirrels,
The drizzle quickly gains its pace,
Now it starts to pour,
A crack of lightning pounds the earth,
With a terrible monstrous roar,
As quickly as the rain comes,
It quietly slips away,
The sun appears to light the world,
For another wonderful day.
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