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A  scent filled the air as clouds wafted in, they say it's petrichor
 and quickly all the children raced in the open door.
A deluge fell, loud and pitter pattering on the shingles
 as their clothes were soaked and crinkled.
Then softly it dwindled down to rain drop droplets
  each warm and teasing calling children to act as hobbits
Puddles strewn huge on the driveway where they could play
  and the sun shown as the children went outside to wade.
They danced to shake the stillness of the trapped cupped water
  when the storm clouds opened and were rain was caught there.
An illusionary ghost image shivered on then in the surface
  swimming ants and wiggle worms tried escaping with purpose
it caught their eyes and they gathered sticks to pull them out
  the boys so brave, the girls raising quite a shout.
They rescued each and set them in the dirt
  as the girls demanded none be hurt.
They returned then to their three ring circus,
  plucking stones along the water's surface
Upon their shoulders a thousand drops came
  but they gladly played all day in puddled rain.

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