Rain splatters,
Potter patter,
Any harder,
The window will shatter.
Pouring down,
Creating puddles,
Sunbathers,
In many muddles.
Falling from,
The now black sky,
Blocking out,
The shining pie.
So no sun,
For us today,
Yet plants shout,
HIP-HIP HOORAY!
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