Rain, you come down pouring,
When kids run out roaring,
You pat them, tickle them and splash on them
With cool arms extended you play with them
They laugh and run into your arms and back to shelter
The mirth of the innocent is worth watching
Rain knows the time when schools get over
The elders rant in dismay as you pour over
But, rain loves kids and kids love rain
A strange kind of love!
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