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Rain o rain

Rain o rain
You make the pretty blue sky
Look dwane
The sound of droplets
submerging in the stream
a ripple that follows and
the aroma of mother earth
evaporating steam.
Rain o rain
You fall for a bit
then vanish again
nourishing the efforts
of farmers to blossom
mother earth again.
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