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Heavy Rain | ||
| Heavy rain is like a sheet, Choking traffic in the street. It will make the forest green, Giving leaves a happy sheen. Roofs cannot withstand the strain, Leaking from the heavy rain. Pounding, crashing down it falls, Hitting earth like slippery walls. There is power in each drop, Yet in time it all will stop. Sun will come again to rule, Drying out each waiting pool. | ||
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