Water

The rain pitter patters against the stone,
staring out the windows of your cozy home.
The oceans waves are crashing over,
while the children on the beach are playing red rover.
The sink in the classroom drips, drips, drips,
while the teacher walking trips, trips, trips.
The bathtub is full, all ready and nice,
the water in it, cold as ice.





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