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Jun 8
Drip.. drip..
I felt the water falling on my
my toes and disappearing
into the ground.
I looked at the sky and I saw them coming;
the raindrops.
That would run off my body and help the flowers to grow.
how could anyone hate the rain?
Written by
Emma van 't Ende
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