You fall from the sky
Cooling the air
Creating puddles everywhere
Leading children to the window
Trapped inside with nowhere to go
You make things green
Relieving earths thirst
You make roadsslick
and make cars slide
Falling into oceans
Makingthe water rise
Your soothing sound helps me sleep
Gentle
Petite
Like a bottle to a baby
You give me peace
I go outsidewhen your job is done
Look up to the sky
Goodbye sweet rain
Here comes the sun
--- Adam Croucher
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