Rain, it falls down from the sky
What is its purpose? I don't know why
Rain, like bullets from the heavens
Count them, two, four, six, and seven
Rain, the Earth feasts upon
One day it is here and the next, it's gone
Rain, pitter-patters on the window
I wish I didn't have to see it go
Rain, makes puddles for children to splash
Watch as them across the ground, dash
Rain, gives life yet is not liked by most
For its clouds haunt the day like a ghost
Rain, to some is such a bad guy
But to me, I shed a tear when he said goodbye
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