Hear the thunder, feel the rain
And smell it on the grass again.
Taste the freshness in the air,
And feel it dampening face and hair.
Listen as it patters down
Upon the pavements of the town.
See raindrops dripping from the trees
And feel the softness in the breeze.
This pouring rain is tender cool,
It’s droplets like some pretty jewel.
Look upwards at those clouds of grey
That, on wind’s breath, just drift away.
So what’s been left? A sky of blue;
Grass which drinks small drops of dew
And a welcome sun which warms my face
From lofty heights, far out in space.
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