When I was a little kid, In my childhood's days, I used to watch the pretty Falling of drops of rains From behind our windows' panes To see how raindrops' fall, It was a different time and It was different in rains' falling, It used to be heavy rains with Some pretty musicality with rainfall Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, I loved all wintertime to watch That pretty rainfall anytime, It was sometimes scary to me by Myself to watch the thunderstorms and That quick lightening that happened suddenly, In fact, the scary sounds of any Thunderstorm nailed me in my place, I used to run away inside our house Praying to God to save our souls, I can not compare the past's raindrops To today's raindrops because there is A big difference between the past and today. _______________________________________________________________
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