Winter's February clouds cry Rains mixed with hailstones Just to make pretty things to Those pretty whereabouts anytime... Those wonderful hailstones Fall like pretty diamonds on The grounds and even everywhere... They are rare, but they fall Happily and gladly to enjoy Their pretty sights anywhere... We love that pretty sight of Winter's rare fall of hailstones... The moment we come closer to grab Some of them anywhere and everywhere, They start to melt as quickly As they can in all different directions... ______________________________________________________________________
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