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Listening to the Rain

By , Eaton, CO

I had stopped and listened to the rain,

for it had sung a song
It was a strange melody,
and the trees had clapped along
The flowers and the grasses
had all gave way to dance,
and every bird present seemed as though it pranced
The sun had lifted up its voice,
singing with the clouds,
as thunder joined the serenade,
while the lightning sung out loud
Oh what a joyous sound they made,
praising God their King,
for He created all of them,
every little thing

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