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Apr 2015
Rain falls through the sky
Each small, little drop
And falls into puddles
With a soft little plop

The rain looks so sad
The sky covered in cloud
Strong claps of thunder
Turning quiet to loud

Why does the sky weep
And turn its face grey
If you listen to the wind
What would it say

Mighty, fast winds
That fall from the sky
That bends down the trees
Is the earths sigh

But as the sky weeps
It waters the ground
And soon after it stops
Not another sound

The tears of the sky
Dampen the earth
Giving green life
And Mother Nature rebirth

Every tear that falls
Washes out pain
Makes way for joy
The beauty of rain
Reshnia crimson
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Reshnia crimson  22/FTM/aurora colorado
(22/FTM/aurora colorado)   
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