above from the sky,
To some you are
drops of love
or dropp of joy
like a perfect boy
You’re a sprinkle of blessing
like salad dressing.
Drip, drop, drip, drop,
On the window panes,
Thunder and lightning fills up the sky,
Creating a rock music concert
right outside your locked door,
But be careful,
It might make your head a bit sore.
with sun wind, and clouds,
and the seven beautiful colours.
It’s a sensation to dry droughts,
and takes out all our doubts,
So let the rain out!
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