I'm staring out my window,
and i watch the rain come down.
Like tiny precious pearls
on a silk and satin gown.
These rain drop pearls do so much more,
then gray and moiste the day.
The cleanse the land of all that's bad,
or atleast for just today.
A flower born on winter's end,
welcomes every drop.
The bud grows tall, until atlast,
he opens with a pop!
Even when the sky is angered,
and becomes a furious drum,
it leaves the morn, soft and wet,
with a bright day sure to come.













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