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Feb 2021
small puddles form
on the ground with each drop.

the sky cries and the children run outside
to play in the mud.

You look out and count
the splashes on the window

one, two, three, four, five ... lightning,
six, seven, eight, nine, ten. thunder sounds.

the children run inside and look out the window.
it is raining in the spring.
lol. def not my best work. but not my worst either. gosh my poems are bad lol.
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