rain spilling so slowly without any sound
clouds lofting by,as descriptions are found
character’s toppling one at a time
names being similar to nursery rhymes
rays spraying the scenery , they pick up our day
brighten the path ,so we all make our way
feeding the earth , the plants that we know
warming our grounds and melting the snow
night falling down , it makes things all dark
thoughts race around on what we’ll embark
thinking of things we wish to forestall
wonder for tomorrow in our private skyfall
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