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Rain
While we need it,
We don't need it every day,
But, it's been pouring daily, from where I sit,
Watching the drops of water fall and trees sway,
With the wind blowing their branches and leaves falling,
Instead of for rain, I pray for a sunny day,
Listening to birds sing,
Feeling the warmth of the sun,
Not the coolness of the clouds in the sky,
Then I can get something done,
Outside, tidying up, I'll try,
For now the streets are soaked with rain,
buckets of the stuff have filled my flower pots,
It has now become a pain,
As sun too is needed for fruit,crops,trees and forget me nots,
So now instead of a rain dance,
I will wish for a sunny sky,
As I watch the animals prance,
From my window by and by,
Yes, it's high time for some sun,
I long for it's warmth on my face,
and the summer fun,
It's vibrant glow on this place,
That not is wet and dull,
The streets resemble a ghost town,
Empty and the sounds are at a lull,
No activity can be seen in this now sleepy town,
The rain seems to have washed away the people as well,
As watered the ground and soil,
The air is heavy with a damp smell,
Soon, men will toil,
Under the hot sun's rays,
On roofs,fields,streets,
They will seem as if in a daze,
While others complain of the heat,
And wish that it would rain.
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