The rain falls
Dripping wet tears
The sound it makes
As it nears
The water is clear
Falling to the ground
Coming from the clouds
Making different sounds
It can come at night
Hearing from your dreamless sleep
The rain falling down
Coming in a heap
Sometimes it comes at day
The sun still shining
The rain falls and plays
As if it is dinning
Rain makes us think
It makes us calm
It makes us link
To the person we are
The clouds crash together
Thunder storms down
It makes us shudder
It makes us drown
Rain is beautiful
Rain is wordless
Rain is part of the lives we live
Rain is rain
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