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description of rain in various forms |
| Drizzle, drizzle on the pavement it's hard to think that I won't get wet. Sprinkle, sprinkle you're so fine the tiny drops make my forehead shine. Mist, mist and barely real the fog is surrounding the house and field. Downpour into the lake and forest leaves are falling right before us. Dripping, dripping on the garden the flowers say, "I beg your pardon." Rain begins, stops again, and plays the game with cloudy skies through the window pane. |