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Blades of grass tickle;
A piece of the sky drizzles;
A bang echoes near.

Extending away,
As I lie beneath the sky:
Light, intense and bright.

Birds shelter in trees;
The dog whimpers quietly;
Small eyes open wide.

A whisper of sound:
Hushed patter on roofs of homes.
Vivid colors bloom.

Clouds drift quickly by.
The worms surface from the earth,
Under faint rainbows.



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