Raining

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The clouds roll in, and the breeze blows by. Just before the rain.   I can smell the earth, and taste the sky.
The rain thrums downward.Not another sound is heard,I am soaked and cold.
Ah the rains oh the rains ho little did it rain fulfilling pains filling plains bringing joy plenty of joy  making sands get its fill making plants  become bliss  
Though wet And cold, lovely Drops from the sky look to The helpless puddle on the ground To fall
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