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Oct 2015
Children come to school
On foot, bus or train
They all become wet,
When comes the rain.
Children open their umbrella,
Red, blue or cream
They all shout in joy
Rain you always come in my dream.

Sagar Chand.
Trevon Haywood
Written by
Trevon Haywood  Springfield, MA
(Springfield, MA)   
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