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Mar 2018
The soothing sound of the rain
Going drip
Drop
Drip
Drop
To cleanse the streets
Making puddles anew
To kids splashing
Adults kissing
The smell so beautiful
Candles cannot compare
With lightening strikes
And thunder booming like the bass drum with a constant beat
That a song begins to play
Hours go by
The moon begins to rise
The pooring rain
And booming thunder
Helps me to drift off into my dreams
Written by
Madeleine
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