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Rain

Jan 7, 2023
1 min read

By Aanya Mittal



Plop, plop

Drop by drop

I am the rain

I fall on lush green trees and great ranged fields.

Plop, plop

Drop by drop

I glide down your window and splatter on the wet ground while drumming a rhythmic beat

I slow down into a soft drizzle

I fade away

The rain is finally over

By Aanya Mittal




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