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Rainy Day

Drip, Drip, Drop
Falling down in scattered lines
While the sun hides its shine
It cleans the dirty streets
Fills the empty creeks
Making a melody on my roof
Suddenly sounding ominous and aloof
Thunder claps
The calming wind stalls
As the last drop falls
Drip, Drip, Drop

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