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Raindrops fall down,
One hits my nose; The clouds all turn gray, Water surrounds my toes. The air smells mountain fresh, Suddenly there's a chill; The thought of jumping in puddles, Gives kids quite a thrill. Some people whine and moan, While others go walking alone; When there is no more rain, Only wet streets remain.
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