The water vapour becomes clouds.
The clouds run in the sky
When a strong wind blows,
And you can say, “Good-bye,
Clouds.” When the wind has blown up warm and cold ones
Together, it’s rainy as they have become water at once.
The wind blew, it became rainy, but it was sunny,
And we went out with umbrellas last Sunday.
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