Rain

Rain is a funny thing.

It pitters and patters, 

But has no feet.

It splashes,

but it has no hands.

It taps on the window, 

But it has no fingers.

It falls, 

But no one pushes it.

It makes different noises, 

But it stays the same.

It comes one day, 

But is gone the next.

Rain is a funny thing. 

 

Lucylemon

VT

18 years old

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