There I see the blue sky
And below it flies a chunk of cloud
The sky remains where it is
But the cloud seems to fall on the ground
There I see drops of rain
Falling upon tree tops and lands
They hang onto branches, leaves,
Flowers and fruits and make wet the sands
The cloud hangs low and pours
Till they are empty and goes away
The sky looks clear and blue
The sun wakes up to herald a promising day
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