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Raindrops

Raindrops are falling on my window.
Sliding down the pane,
Slowly gaining speed.
A curtain of rain,
Falling softly to the earth.
The clouds begin to clear.
The rain begins to slow.
Then,
Without warning,
Light streams from the sky,
Filling the raindrops
With colors of the Rainbow.





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